It was early in the day, and I was snake hunting with the boys. Lizzie, the crazy black lab we now own (long story), is with us. She is around a year old, and has too much energy for her own good. She has too much energy for our own good.
She lopes off into some tall grass, and hunter at heart, finds something. Earlier on our jog, I thought I smelled mustilid. Did she corner a skunk? She won't come when I call, so we cringe and wait for the inevitable.
What's this? No spray? I tell the boys to get ready to bolt, and slowly creep over to where the dog is emitting a low, rumbling growl.
Careful, careful, small careful steps.
OH.
Really???
Seriously?!?!?!
The skunk was a turtle. Our Lizzie had protected us from a ravenous, child consuming, sucked-up-in-it's-shell turtle.
Well, the boys had their fun with the turtle. And we learned that when shelled reptiles are running a muck, our dog has our backs.
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Lizzie and her catch |
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Levi, never stops loving animal catches |
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Noah, cool man in charge |
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Booger's turn with the turtle |
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Princess, just awake, gets a chance to get up close and personal |
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