This morning Ozzy started barking like the maniac he can be at the porch door. I went over to look for the cat he was probably reacting to, but saw nothing. I gave him my usual scolding and walked away. He continued to growl and then began barking again. Isaac went to check and was surprised to find this hanging out on our porch:
Where this little guy came from, we have no idea.
We decided not to make the same mistake we made when we were naming Ozzy and call this pet Marianito, after the greatest relief pitcher to ever grace this good earth. We found a box to give him a home and started to integrate him into the family.
Ozzy, after realizing that Marianito the turtle was a friend and not food, spent the morning getting acquainted.
By lunchtime, Marianito and Ozzy were best buddies:
Now, doesn't Ozzy look happy with his new friend? I predict great things from these two.
(Uhhhhmmmm. If anyone has info about caring for a baby turtle, please let us know. Marianito thanks you in advance).
8 Years and Counting
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