Baby Bristle Brushes Borned

Let's lift up the box top and see how the freshly-borned hedgehoglets are doing!

Hmm. Maybe we should check back when they have some quillage.

Much better.

I think they're doing fine. Mom sitting on hogs, check.Warm comfortabuhls home, check.

Beady eyes, check.

Baby Hedge'tocks, check!

Trisha K., how about some mini croquet?

One Spiked Hedge on Wheat, comin' up.

Can't you just see a perfect squiggle of mustard on his head?

I know you can.

Laura B., nice deli pic. Please include a large peekle.

“Get to your places!” shouted the Queen in a voice of thunder

Alice thought she had never seen such a curious croquet-ground in her life: it was all ridges and furrows: the croquet balls were live hedgehogs, and the mallets live flamingoes, and the soldiers had to double themselves up and stand on their hands and feet, to make the arches.


Baby Hedg, originally uploaded by bluelunarrose.

The chief difficulty Alice found at first was in managing her flamingo: she succeeded in getting its body tucked away comfortably enough under her arm, with its legs hanging down, but generally, just as she had got its neck nicely straightened out, and was going to give the hedgehog a blow with its head, it would twist itself round and look up in her face, with such a puzzled expression that she could not help bursting out laughing...

Cute Smile, originally uploaded by bluelunarrose.

...and, when she had got its head down, and was going to begin again, it was very provoking to find that the hedgehog had unrolled itself, and was in the act of crawling away: besides all this, there was generally a ridge or a furrow in the way wherever she wanted to send the hedgehog to, and, as the doubled-up soldiers were always getting up and walking off to other parts of the ground, Alice soon came to the conclusion that it was a very difficult game indeed.

You wake me up to take that picture !, originally uploaded by bluelunarrose.

OFF WITH YOUR HEAD, OnlyYesterday! All text by Lewis Carroll, in Alice in Wonderland.

It's TUBE TIME

Get ready 'cause we're going TUBING, People. [Ready stance]

Race you to the COUCH GO!

Thistle and Nicole—Looks like your Friday night is booked solid.

Aesop on an off-night

This is the story of the dog and the, oh, I dunno, how about a hedgehog?  Sure, why not?  Okay, so the dog, who was a prideful, covetous thing, was carrying his bone when he came across the crafty hedgehog. "My bone is so much bigger and juicier than yours," boasted the hedgehog. "Then I will take it from you," said the dog.

And so the dog chased away the hedgehog and took his bone. But that's just what the wily hedgehog wanted him to do, for he knew that the dog's bone was much bigger.  Quick as a wink, he grabbed the dog's bone, but it was too heavy and he couldn't lift it.

"You tricked me!" said the dog. "Just for that, I'm taking BOTH bones!"  But try as he might, the dog could not fit both bones into his mouth.  So he just took his original bone and went away.

Moral of the story:  Beats me.  I'll be at the pub.

Sometimes the magic happens, Letty F., and sometimes it don't.

Your hedge quills may be used for flotation...

I don't know what's more redonk—the voices of these ladies watching "Shming" the hedgehog float around in the tub, or Shming himself, who's acting like he's on friggin' Waikiki beach after three Mai Tais.

I watched ALL six minutes AND thirty seconds of this buoyant heaven, Sender-Inner Allison M.!

The Hedge Abides

"Get to your places!" shouted the Queen in a voice of thunder, and people began running about in all directions, tumbling up against each other. The Dude thought he had never seen such a curious bowling alley in his life; it was all ridges and furrows; the balls were live hedgehogs, the pins mere inches tall, and the soldiers had to lie on their backs and puff air in a continuous stream, to make the hand-dryers.

The White Rabbit rolled first, failing to convert a seven-ten split. "Your toe was over the line!" bellowed the Queen, as she pulled a Walther P99 semi-automatic from her bowling bag. "You're entering a world of pain! OFF WITH HIS HEAD!"

From Lebowski's Adventures in Wonderland, p 63.

With apologies to Lewis Carroll, Joel and Ethan Coen, Brunswick Corporation, and of course sender-innerowski Anne H.

It's been WAY too long since we posted a hedge

People, if there was an AKC for hedgehogs (who knows, there prolly is!) this hedge would win points for his:

1. PERFECT moist nosicle
2. curled paw/claw
3. Teeniest of hoggular muzzlepowshes

Oh, and that his name is "Truffles"

On second thought, we won't hold that against you, Nancy T. ;)

This Hedge is for YOU

First, Happy Birthday Shakespeare, you lil' brisle brush o' love.

Second, Ziv S., the fabulous Stanford Daily columnist, this hedge is FOR YOU.

GO CARDINAL, ZIV and grat submission, Jenny C.!

A Mini Hairbrush snorgles a hand

Hee! You could totally pick up this mini hairbrush and place in your fro for the day.

Sender-Inner Karen is Imagining that teeny little schnozzle sniffing that finger [gracias for the call-out]