Sailmaker’s tools - splicing needles, prickers and stabbers, 19th century

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Sailmaker’s tools - splicing needles, prickers and stabbers, 19th century
Netherlands - by Michel Schamp
I’ve had my training from CT DEEP, and tomorrow I do my first frog survey. There are people who want to go with me, they’re excited about it. I don’t think they realize what cold, uncomfortable, tedious work it is to wade and crawl through a wetland in the middle of the night and try to record the frogs and fill out demanding data sheets in the dark. But let them come and see that what I do isn’t that easy.
many dogs, hedgehog attack
I live on a farm and have many dogs, all with different jobs in different areas of the farm. We're trying to keep a dog cough from spreading around. It's affecting mostly the dogs with shepherd bloodlines, so hopefully the other breeds won't get it (like there was a lab there, others, too). But my main dog is my real life dog.
I take the small light brown shepherd from the sheep barn, and pack them up to go to the vet. Somebody asks me what I'm doing, they think it's a stupid idea.
Along the way, my real life dog has picked up a hedgehog (hedgehog because it's small?) and is holding it in her mouth, thrashing back and forth slowly and making weird noises. All I see of the hedgehog is long black prickers like a porcupine, and they're all stuck in her snout. I tell her to drop it, and she does. Then we REALLY have to go to the vet. Someone else is driving, it's not a car, it's some other thing that moves an entire situation.
I continue picking up bits of pricker and I see part of the dog's jaw in a corner. I pick it up, and am sad and worried, but not as sad and worried as I'd be in real life. The jaw piece is plastic, like really convincing dentures, for people. People teeth. With a moustache on top. So clown people teeth. French clown. I don't know.
Someone has turned on a television. I also try to pick out some prickers, but she doesn't let me do more than one. Some prickers are fastened into her face with a little metal screw thing. The prickers are like opaque frosted dark glass.