Calling all Hedgehog experts - Weirdest fucken thing

[eelracing]

Tell ya what. When we meet in person, you can tell me what you think of me, I'll Gob On You . Deal?

[White trash]

Ahhhh...Skatman. Glad you're actually man enough to own it. Surprised. But glad.

I'd add some more but unfortunately two's the limit.

Tell ya what. Let's save everyone the boredom. You place me on your ignore list, I'll do the same with you. When we meet in person, you can tell me what you think of me, I'll do the same. Deal?

It's far from boring! You two make my fucken day.

Anyway, haven't seen young Stirty for a couple of days. He wandered back inside a few days back, Sue put on her bike gloves and removed him back out to hedgehog land and gave him some cat food. Haven't seen him since.

[avgas]

Take a deck chair, bowl, and bottle of bourbon out to the yard.
Sit yourself down, put the bowl on the ground and put about 1cm full of bourbon into it. Then you and your new found friend can get hammered together.

Live the dream!

[scissorhands]

From: http://durabledogbeds.net/do-the-spi...-visit-you.php


Do the spirits of pets exist? Have you ever had a deceased pet "visit" you?
Posted March 29th, 2010 by

I haven’t had any personal experiences with deceased pets, but my friend told me a story that happened last year.

It was a few days after her cat had died, and both her and her husband were sleeping. They both woke up startled in the middle of the night, and my friend told her husband she had just had a weird dream. Her husband said he did too. She told him that she dreamed that her deceased cat was in the bedroom next to the bed, meowing at her. Her husband, with a freaked look on his face, told her he just had the same exact dream.

My friend not one to lie or make up weird stories such as this, and I really believe her. If spirits of people can exist, then don’t you think spirits of animals can exist and visit us too?

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Personally, after my mum passed, I stayed up all night 3 nights later, writing her eulogy... 2 ceiling lightbulbs blew above the table I sat at


Next morning I thought most of the eulogy was a bit rich for family and friends at the funeral, so I got out a marker to delete much of what I had written. When I pulled the cap off, it leaked all over my shirt and pants.

That frequently used marker pen had never leaked up until that point.....

[yungatart]

A little hedgehog used to visit us quite regularly..almost every night in the summer over 2 or 3 years. He would forage around in our courtyard. Used to feel sorry for him because he only had 3 legs....

Noisy little buggers they are, especially when they are bonking....watched one wee lady hedgehog, she did it with one, then his mate took over (she wasn't really a lady then eh? More like a slag...) It takes about 20 minutes to complete the act..I was quite impressed!

Much more entertaining than TV.

[phiretrojan]

I'm spooked, this is crazy.

I came home from work, had a bourbon, had a laugh and a BBQ. Playing with the kids, Keiran had regaled us with his mopping skills out the back. Sue says "Look, a Hedgehog, that's weird!" Jeuveneile hedgehog, in very good shape, snuffling about out the back of the house on the driveway. So we give the kids a good look at it, they love it, Keiran calls it "Stirty" as in, short for "It's Dirty".

Anyway, we go in for dinner, leave Stirty outside. We have a big formal lounge are where we live and after I'm finished, I get up and take my plate out to the kitchen. I get into the foyer (middle of the house) and here's this Hedgehog sitting in the middle of the room. I shit you not, we had to put down my dog Sprocket a week ago but this hedgehog looked at me and shied away in EXACTLY the same as Sprocket used to when she snuck inside. My heart stood still, I shit you not. This hedgehog, has walked halfway around the house and up the disabled ramp, through a quarter of the house, to get inside. And then looked at me like my dog when it snuck inside.

After watching Stirty in the foyer, perfectly comfortable with people around I might add, we retreated to the living room. Stirty followed us in. I shit you not. Fed him some letuce (because my retarded brother suggested that Hedgehogs were carnivores, duh!) and a bit of apple.

In the end, Sue's scared of fleas and shit, Stirty has been picked up (without curling) and placed gently outside where he's now looking mournfully at the door to get in.

MAF tells me I'm not allowed a Wombat at home, so this is the next best thing. Third only to a White Rhino.

So, Hedgehog experts, what the fuck do I do?

reincarnation of Sprocket? just call the SPCA and see what they can do ??: