Being the new guy I never had the chance to meet some of the students. I had heard many stories but nothing like meeting face to face. The conversations were carried during the daily activities. This provided me with a good chance to know a little bit more about each student.
Three came from the US and one was of the Cree nation. They were young, intelligent, and fun loving guys who really seemed to enjoy their time at the school. But of all the qualities and characteristics they had that made them unique they shared two in particular – a love for the environment and a love for animals. This is what brought all of us together in that one location. We all spoke about our interest in working in the environmental field even though some were not sure where to specialize.
While at the school I also got a chance to experience some of the unexpected that occurs there. This time three dogs got away. Keeping the kennels up to par takes quite a bit of work and the dogs being as creative as they are somehow found their way out. We called and called for them. Went on a hike and found their trails. We knew where they were going and it was far. Eventually they returned with some 24 porcupine quills on their faces.
I always heard about dogs and porcupines and always wanted to see how to treat the animals with quills. It really was not as nasty as I thought it would be. The quills were right on their chin with a few on their noses. In this case the dogs did not return right away, they ventured a bit after it happened. I say this because the quills were quite deep into their faces. Quills are half white and half black. I guess porcupines are not racist and wanted to let us know. The tip is white and we could not even see the white part anymore. They were deep. Only one solution, pull them out.
Derek was my instructor this time. He attached the dog’s collar to a chain on the ground. I was told to put a bit of my weight on the back of the dog, while Derek kind of put a head lock on the dog’s head and with the other hand, yep you guessed it, pulled the quills one at a time with pliers. It was clear that pulling them out hurt the dog, and in a way it hurt us both too. We both felt really sorry for the animal but at the same time, they asked for it. Who told them to sniff a porcupine?
One by one they had to come out. Leaving them in would mean they would go deeper and deeper into the dog’s jaw and I do not want to even think about what would be of the dogs then. The final dog was more difficult but by this time we had the students to come and help us. The dog was really suffering but they had to come out. Now we were seeing a little more blood as the quills had made their way into the gums of the dog, and we all were a little disturbed with the pains of the husky. By now we were just as much interest in ending the dog’s suffering as we were with our own. We ultimately got all the quills out fully aware the porcupine pocked us all too.
Relieved that the dogs would be fine we headed back for the night. While pondering the incident it occurred to me that the dogs returned when they were hurt. They knew they needed help and new where to get it. In the end, each of those dogs knows where their home is. The bond between us and them is very profound and beyond what my words can describe. So I leave this for your consideration.












