He didn't get much choice in the matter...
I'm laying on the couch with Scott after a long day of work when he says,
Being male and all, Scott's tolerance for gross stuff is pretty limited so he quickly removed the little thing from our little thing's mouth, shoved it in the grass and high-tailed it away with the boys.
I'm laying on the couch with Scott after a long day of work when he says,
"Hey- did I tell you Oliver tried to eat a turtle today?"
Umm, what?!Apparently, Scott was walking the boys before I got home (thank you, thank you) and Oliver was lagging behind. Scott tugged the leash a bit, and Oliver came trotting forward and in front of Scott with his head low- the doggie "tell" that they have something they don't want you to notice. So Scott muttered the meme of this house "what do you have this time?" and pried apart the jaws of doom to reveal that Oliver got one of his best finds yet- a small turtle.
Being male and all, Scott's tolerance for gross stuff is pretty limited so he quickly removed the little thing from our little thing's mouth, shoved it in the grass and high-tailed it away with the boys.
"Did you get a picture?!"And the shoes went back on, we tracked the little thing- which hadn't moved. I picked it up and it was totally dead, with just one leg and a head hanging out of the soft shell... I'm assuming it was probably that dead when Oliver found it- which is both a relief (that Oliver didn't kill it) and even more revolting than if it had been live.
"No..."
"I need it for the blog!"
RIP Turtle
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