I used to have a pit that would do the same when we were out hunting antlers. He got two quills in the end of his nose, as a pup, when he fouln a porky under a log. It was on like Donkey Kong with him and porkies, thereafter. I kept an eye on him. I could tell when he smelled one because he’d keep tracking with one eye turned toward me. “Leash time!”
After three days of searching the logging trails, they went into the tiny town of McKinley to have dinner.
When they walked into the restaurant, behind the bar were the two dogs. Both with skunk stench and the shepherd with porcupine quills......
They had wandered up to the bar that day, and the owner, who knew my parents, brought them in and took care of them, expecting my parents to come into town.
Parents had no phone service in their cabin back in the 1970's.....