Let me shake your hand

Thank you, dear blog visitor. [Stretches out paw] For all the appreciation you’ve shown us Hedgehogs.

Sarah P. says her hedge “Wimbley” is one grateful dude.

Hedge Fund Investor

“Oh hai, I’d like to make a deposit. Ehn!” [shoves coin forward]

Another quality foraged link from Ant! [AQFL]

Secrets of Snowball Fight Success!

Spring’s coming — time for those final snowball fights! Here’s how to make the perfect snowball, from six-time snowball champ Marv “Stinger” Snarkbarkle:

“Waal, first ya gotta pack da snow good’n tight, don’cha know. You’re lookin’ fer sumptin ya can put a little spin on, for distan — Hey, whar da heck’s my snowball?!

Photos by Khalid I., who also sent us the sugar glider art director.

THIS JUST IN: HOVERHOG

Hoverhog flies over this great land, searching for toilet paper tubes WITH HIS BEADY EYES OMG

Mr T’s hedgehog by phrenophile.

Snug as a Bug in a…Thistle.

Each night, Snuffles asked to be tucked in – something that required a constant supply of Band-Aids.

What a protective sleeping bag, Heather L.

Tweed, Now with More Prickly

Before slipping on those blazers, always remember to check the sleeves for foreign bodies.

Don’t hedge your bets, Zac T.

Year in Cute 2009: Why Are You Looking at Me Like That?

In 2009, our animal friends didn’t just disapprove — they sneered, snarled, grimaced, glowered, harrumphed and hachhkkthhed.  Behold, a sampling of this year’s charm school dropouts. (Click picture to view original post.)

Has anyone seen my tiger, Hobbes?


Garfi-I Said “NO!!!”, by E.L.A.

Don’t Play With Your Food

Listen to me, my tasty minions! You are my Tator Tot Army, and together we’ll rid the kitchen of Colonel Ketchup!

That’s quite a surname, Cocoa Will-Never-Reveal-Her-Last-Name.

Hedgehog: It’s What’s for Dinner

Oh sure, every time we show you a baby bunny, or a cute kitteh, you people are all like “Squeee!  Ah wawna pop heem in mah mouf!”  Well, bon appétit, kiddies!  (On the plus side, you won’t need a toothpick after dinner.)

What wine goes with hedgehog, Brittany H.?

Ahoy-hoy!

Smithers, it seems that while sunning myself on this giant orange rind, my limbs dehydrated again.

Get me my B12 shot before these ninnies mistake me for an urchin and throw me out to sea.

♪ He may be called Toothpick, but he’ll always be Monty, to me ♪ (with apologies to Billy Joel), Jean T.

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