Once at the little blue house, we had this tortoise problem. Or maybe it was just a big turtle. But it was BIG.
I learned about it when the dogs started barking frantically. When I saw what they were barking at, my first thought was: How did that huge thing get in the fenced yard? And immediately after that: How am I going to get it out?
They’d never seen anything remotely like this before. I wonder what they thought it was? Whatever, they wanted to GET it. I was beside myself. They wouldn’t leave it alone. They wouldn’t come in.
Finally I guess they got hungry or something and they came in. But the next time they went out, they immediately honed in on it again. I felt sorry for the poor thing. See Charlie’s ears?
Oh, they thought they were really scary, barking and growling at the poor thing. It would go up the fence one way, turn around when it got to the corner, and head the other direction.
This went on for days. I couldn’t figure out what to do. If I got up the nerve to pick it up (and I don’t have anywhere near that much nerve), they would jump me and probably knock us both down. Me and it.
Finally, a few days later, I heard no barking. I went out and looked around. I guess it got out wherever it got in.
I was just so relieved it was gone! And safe from the pupsters. Doubt they could have hurt it. But they could have worried it half to death.
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