Act I:

Sunday evening i heard the dogs--who were outside
playing--start making a ruckus. i went out to investigate,
but didn't see anything. i assumed there was a bunny outside
the fence, teasing them. the dogs wouldn't settle, though,
so i went to the side yard to see if i could figure out what
they were in a snit about. there was a cute little box turtle
heading straight for the dog yard. oops! i picked him up and
relocated him to the woods behind my house.

Act II:

last night, i let the dogs out to play while i ate dinner.
when i was finished, i called them so they could have the
left-overs (one can only eat so many sugar peas). elliott
came tearing to me, but harriet didn't. i put elliott in the
house and gave him half the peas, then went out to see what
was up with harriet. well, little missy had a lovely new
turtle toy. wheee! he was closed up tight, so i couldn't
tell if he was hurt. this time i took him about a quarter
mile up the lane and released him. i hope he's okay and finds
his way *without* coming back through the dogs' yard.

oh, and was harriet ever PO'd that i'd taken her newest
favoritest toy *ever* away. when i got back from releasing
Mr. Turtle, the little brat gave me a lecture and boxed me.

--
shelly (perfectly foul wench) and elliott and harriet
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