Flashback Friday

Ladies, I always pass the white glove test when I use my Mr. Scrubbalot multi-surface scrubber with fresh pinecone scent. You should too.

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“April 23, 1926. Washington, D.C. “Miss Dorothy Tierney with porcupine.” The stage actress and prickly understudy. National Photo Co.” -Via Shorpy

Darcy, Feeling Rather Mellow Today

Just gonna flop down here with my Pinwheel. Maybe put on a little Dylan. Kick back. You know?

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Benson Hedges, Private Eye! in: The Case of the Crafty Craftsman

In this racket, a roscoe and good looks only get you so far — sometimes you need a disguise. So when I staked out the shipyards, I posed as an ice cream vendor. It was a sweet deal: clear view of the wharf and all the tutti-frutti I could eat.


My client, the shipyard owner, was frantic. Told me someone was stealing his tools and putting his crew behind schedule. But when I snuck into the tool shed, the goods were all there. Somebody was toying with me — and I had to find out who.


I stowed away on a dump truck heading to the quarry. It was a soft ride, but something told me things were about to get rocky.


I was right — it was Rocky Turtullo, my old nemesis. He flippered me off, so I flattened him with a right hook. “Cut the shell games, wiseguy!” I growled.

Will Hedges crack the case? Tune in for the next chapter at, um, some point.


It’s Barnaby again, from Christine L.!

On Halloween, Watch Out for the Boogey-man

BOO! It’s Barnaby, the new Boogey Boogey Hedgehog!

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Barnaby recently visited Salem, MA, the Halloween capital of the world. He spent some time in the oldest burying ground in Salem.” -Christine L.
We loff Parry Gripp! So who’s gonna post BBH in the comments? (singsong) C’mon punsters it’s Halloween!

Happy Almost Your Birthday, Henry!

[I nose I'm small. But I need a lot of space to move around, you know?]

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Henry the Hedgehog. “Almost one year old. And clearly adorable.” -Sarah K. (Las Vegas, NV.)

THIS JUST IN: Barnaby Cleans Up At Hedgehog Fest

From Cuteporter Christine L., who has been workin’ that Send button hard today: “On Saturday, October 5, Barnaby went to Hedgehog Fest.

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First he won Best Adult Patterned Male and won a small pumpkin trophy.”

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He progressed in the show and then won Best Adult Male (patterned or non-patterned) and received a medium-sized star trophy.”

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Then he won Best Male Overall (junior or adult, patterned or non-patterned) and received a tall witch trophy.”

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He won Best Costume, participated in the Hedgie Games (where he took home ribbons in two events), and competed in the conformation show.” [The what? -Ed]

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This weekend was especially exciting because in addition to winning at Hedgehog Fest…”

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…Barnaby passed 2,000 followers on Instagram!”

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(And heck, here’s The Man at The Beach The King Of The World c/o Smartypants.)

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Hat Trick

And now, ladies and gentlemen, we present The Amazing Hedgeini, the mystifying reappearing, then re-disappearing hedgehog!

Regina, Where Did You Learn THIS From?

From Cuteporter Jen S.: “Ok. I have it for you this time. Regina the Hedgehog is the fattest hedgehog in the world (we like to think) because of a medical condition, not from abuse or overfeeding.”

[Nuffers, take note! -Ed]

“On her Facebook page she does a parody of Miley Cyrus’s video for “Wrecking Ball.” It is hi-larious. Regina is owned by my friend, Caroline C.”

Benson Hedges, Private Eye! in: The Case of the Soccer Punch

It was a hazy L.A. morning, the kind of day when the city slept under a blanket of smog and broken dreams. I hadn’t seen the sun in so long, my quills were pale.

I was on my second pack of Luckies when the call came. It concerned Vivien Brooke-Troute, star soccer player for the Keosaqua Kicks. His legs were insured for a cool million, but now those legs were missing, along with the rest of him. Before you could say “bend it like baked ham,” I was on the next plane to Iowa.


Brooke-Troute had been imported all the way from England, and he was last seen enjoying afternoon tea with a mysterious brunette. The table was set for two, but somebody didn’t have time to finish his biscuit.


I went to the soccer field and looked for clues. The place was deserted, except for a lone soccer ball — and judging by the smell, it had been freshly kicked.


The lead pipe stung the back of my head like a nearsighted dentist had put me in the chair face down and started drilling. When I came to, I was at the wharf wearing cement galoshes. “Since you’re so keen on findin’ dis guy, shamus,” said a voice, “we’ll take you ta’ meet ‘im — at da bottom o’ da river!

Is this the end for Benson Hedges? Tune in for the next episode whenever we get more pictures and I feel like writing it!


Christine L. checks in: “In January you featured my hedgie, Barnaby, typing at his little desk. I thought you might like to know that Barnaby now has his own Instagram account! You can follow him at @barnabyhedgehog. Here are a few of my favorite pics.”

Toothpeeck, Anyonne’?

Offers elegant toothpeeck holdere’. Delicately extends peenkay.

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“This is my hedgie, Henry Hazelnut, in a Hedgehog Measuring Cup. You can follow Henry at  Henry Hazelnut on Facebook.” -Ann Cordis