we are thinking of calling him tyrone. when i was younger, whenever we saw a turtle on the side of the road, my mom would pull over and run and pick it up for us. i was on the way to the park and i saw him crossing the street. my first thought was, "a turtle! now is my chance to be a good mom, just like my mom!" i ran out into the street and snatched him up! i didn't know what to do with him so i put him on the floor of the car and prayed that he wouldn't pee on anything or crawl under the seat and bite my toes off. i had reagan and meatball will me too, so that was an added concern, so we hurried home. i put him in a box with some grass and then we just stared at him for a while. i checked on him a few minutes ago and i saw that he was trying to escape the box. i'm really not sure what else to do with him. my brothers were the ones that played with our turtles. meatball wanted to sniff him and reagan thought he was rock and he would have eventually thrown him. i heard the voice of william wallace in my head and i knew what to do. i let him go. "FREEDOM!"
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I'm with Caroline on the pregnancy. We had better not hear that news through the blog! As a kids I had a turtle once too. He had his own room with a baby pool and everything. Who would've thought that something so small could stink up a whole house. Not my pet recommendation.-kkkk
You are so wrong for that! I was like, I can't believe Caroline didn't tell me she was pregnant! I guess you got a good laugh out of that one!
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