They enjoyed the running and chasing as much as we did, but when it came to broken ribs and sore heads, it was another matter, Then the porcupines bothered them.

Our dogs would never learn to let them alone.

If they were going through the woods where there were no signs of moose and found a porcupine, they'd kill it.

The quills would get in their mouths and necks and chests, and we'd have to gag them and take bullet molds or nippers, or whatever we had, sometimes our jack-knives, and pull out the nasty things.

If we got hold of the dogs at once, we could pull out the quills with our fingers.