Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Motor City Turtle

Turtle arrived at my house exhausted and very thirsty (he is still upset about the lack of complimentary beverage with USPS’s first class service). He asked if he could just hang out for a few days, as his trip to the Big Apple visiting Alicia and her family completely wiped him out. He spoke fondly of his time there, and did express pangs of regret for getting carried away at the wedding reception. (Turtle asked me to make sure you knew this, Alicia)

I told Turtle to help himself to whatever beverage he liked, and walked into the living room to find he had downed a whole 2-liter of Diet Pepsi Jazz Strawberry and Cream.
I was quite shocked! I had no idea a turtle could be so thirsty.


Being that both DH and I work during the day, Turtle said he would be very happy just laying around the house. He seemed to get along quite well with my cat, Strider, as this scene was witnessed more than once upon arriving home from work. They must have been having a great time with DD’s toys.

We enjoyed Turtle’s company in the evenings, and talked about everything under the sun. But for some odd reason he would start to mention something political, and then stop himself. It happened several times, and left us scratching our heads wondering why he is unwilling to open up on that subject.

After a few days of R&R, Turtle said he felt up to doing something fun. We asked him if there was anything in particular he wanted to do and he mentioned something about Sander’s Hot Fudge. Unfortunately, neither I nor my DH knew what he was talking about so instead, we took him to the Michigan Renaissance Faire!


First stop was the food court where Turtle shared a plate of potato skins with Moira. I was expecting to get a bite or two, but by the time I finished taking the picture the skins were GONE!
Turtle really got into the spirit of the Faire, though he was a bit disappointed that he hadn’t brought his own costume. He seemed not to mind so much when he realized that Moira was sporting a puppy harness.



When it was time to go Turtle tried every delay tactic he could think of including: saying we hadn’t seen the joust show for the third time, he was sure there was a section of merchants that we skipped, and throwing himself down in front of the wagon tires.

I don’t know who was more upset with having to leave the faire, Turtle or Moira.

But, alas, we had to leave our foray in to the past, and both Moira and Turtle were sound asleep before we hit the interstate. For a little guy with stubby legs, Turtle sure did a good job of keeping up with our wagon, so I am not surprised he zonked.

The next morning, Turtle thanked us for the great time and said he must be on his way. He mentioned how much he had enjoyed his stay in South Dakota, and was wondering if maybe he should head west again. He also mentioned that Florida might be nice, or Texas, or even Maine. To be perfectly honest, I don’t think Turtle has any idea which direction he is headed, though he did say he has hopes to be at a great party for Labor Day. Bon Voyage, Turtle!
P.S. – Turtle had hoped to drive to his next destination, but I quickly put the kibosh on that idea when I pointed out that a. He wasn’t properly restrained in the Jag, and b. It is a scale model. He reluctantly let me take him to the Post Office.







Saturday, August 12, 2006

Turtle- big city living.


Turtle arrived anxious to see what NYC had to offer. He was a bit disappointed to learn that we did not make daily trips to the Empire State building. We promised to show him a good time anyway and that cheered him up a bit.
His first night here he tagged along with us to band practice.

Who knew that turtle is a whiz on the drums? It was very impressive, especially if you consider the fact that he has no fingers.

That night we stayed up until the wee hours of the morning just talking. He was sure to shy away from the subject of politics, so no clues there.

The next day he said he really wanted to let loose. We took him to quite the party-a wedding reception!

He very respectfully wished the happy couple well before dancing the night away. He was particularly fond of Abba tunes.

Here's where our story takes a turn, I'm afraid. He is a very small turtle, it was a very big party, and there were a lot of people. I must admit that I lost track of him for a while. I searched frantically for him, my heart in my chest, a lump in my throat. I tried not to think of all the horrible things that could befall a small turtle in the big city. And then I spotted him...



... AT THE BAR !!!!!!!

My relief was soon replaced by anger. He refused to reveal his age or provide a valid ID. He also would not disclose exactly how much he had had to drink. I had no choice. I made him seek immediate and thorough medical attention.




Luckily, he was OK.

In the morning, he apologized for his unruly behavior the previous evening and explained that his excitement had gotten the better of him. He thought it was time for him to be moving on.

We were sad. Turtle had proven himself to be a wonderful companion and a good friend. Abigail especially had grown very attached to him during his short stay.

But, his mind was made up. We took him out for a farewell lunch.

He was very interested in the hibachi grill and got as close to the action as possible. He himself opted for sushi, however.


Then (sniff sniff) it was time to say good-bye.

We wished him well and gave him a blessing. With a kiss farewell from his new friend, he was off the the post office to continue his great adventure. Truly, he had already touched our hearts forever.

We miss you, Bob!

God Speed.






Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Instructions: How to post to this blog

1. Email Saartje at: giddybug at gmail dot com so I can send you an invitation to join the blog.

2. Accept the invitation and follow the instructions for setting up a Blogger account if you don’t already have one.

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4. You will now see the Blogger Dashboard. Under Blogs you will see the blog name Tracking Turtle. To the right of the blog name, there will be a green plus sign under “New Post.” Click on the green arrow.

5. You will now be on the correct page to post to the blog. Put a title for your entry in the line that says “Title.”

6. Upload your photos before typing your entry. To upload a photo, look at the icons above the field you will type the entry in; the one on the far right looks like a snapshot of a mountain. Click this icon.

7. You will now be in the window that allows you to upload photos. If you will be using multiple photos in your post, click on “Add another image” until there are as many fields with buttons beside them saying “Browse” as you need.

8. Press the “Browse” button. Select the photograph on your computer that you want to upload. Click on the “Open” button.

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11. Click on “Upload Image.”

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For text you want to appear before any of the photos, type it above the first photo — before its initial “< a”. If you want text to appear beside or under a photo, type that text below that particular photo. If you want text to appear at the end, type it below the last photo.

Please note that if you have a very particular format in mind, you may have difficulty achieving it. This is one of the difficulties of using Blogger. It’s a free service, though, so I think this makes it worth putting up with a few quirks. :)

15. Click the “Publish Post” button.

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16. Click on “View Blog.” If there’s anything you want to change on your entry, click on the pencil in the lower right corner of your post and edit as needed. (Again, do not attempt to preview your post — just post it, and correct if needed!)

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Friday, July 14, 2006

IMPORTANT UPDATE to the previous post!

All day long little dog has been following me around looking at me with sad, urgent eyes as if he wanted to tell me something. When I fed him this afternoon it became clear what he was trying to say.....













-Susan

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Darker issues at work here?

Now, what I have told you happened to turtle is really speculation. I assumed Yorkie had done the head damage but now there is just a tiny question mark in my mind. Did Bob reveal his liberal leanings to my Limbaugh loving husband? Did Dennis retaliate by sanding his head off and casting him out to a Tom Daschle supporting household? Could he be that cruel? OR is Bob a conservative posing as a liberal making the circuit of a largely Dem BBB trying to gain insight that will help us with the next election? If he visits you better pat him down before you send him off because he may be hiding secrets in his socks. Oh, yeah he doesn't have socks. Now, I know someone is going to come back to me and say that a turtle's brain must be the size of a pea so he MUST be a conservative.
Just funnin ya'll!

Just wondering what turtle's views on Vax, circ, breast feeding and cloth diapering might be....I have to tell you guys that when I saw that Daschle bumper sticker I laughed so hard I peed a little... Jeanne knows me well enough that I would get a big kick out of that.

-Susan

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Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Let the Adventures Begin!!

The turtle has begun his travels! Of course, being the adventuresome turtle that he is, he started his journey in the other Sunshine State - South Dakota! (And yes, they really do call it that.) He's laughing at me now. Hush!!

First of all Susan, let me tell you, this guy was one BITTER turtle. When you told him he was going to be travelling First Class, you neglected to mention that it was First Class Mail! He was so looking forward to the complimentary beverage! Oh well. We did make sure to give him a snack immediately upon his arrival.



After the snack, he decided he wanted to stretch his legs. He, Truman, Eleanor and I took off for a little walk. You can see him hiding against Truman's shirt. Unfortunately, we had passed a house with a Yorkie, so he was a little freaked out (and so was Eleanor!). Sorry!



But, being such an adventuresome turtle, a little walk wasn't enough! He wanted to see what South Dakota had to offer! So he hitched a ride on an authentic South Dakota farm truck.


And Susan, I hate to break this to you, but it appears he may be a liberal! ;)

And off to the farm they went! Truman was very excited to show the turtle all over Grandpa's farm. Unfortunately, they were both too short to see much!




By this time, the turtle had had enough of country life. He wanted to *do* something. So we went to the movie! He had a great time at first, but then he started hogging the popcorn, so into the diaper bag he went. Sorry. I love my movie popcorn.



The next night we decided to show him that South Dakota wasn't all cows and corn fields, so we took him to dinner. It was my mumble, mumble birthday, and we were going to a fancy schmancy Brazillian place, so we knew he would enjoy it. After gorging ourselves on feijoida and ridiculous amounts of meat, our gorgeous gaucho hit it off with our little guy. (For the record, the food was almost as yummy as the gaucho!)



But all good things must come to an end. As much as we've enjoyed hosting our little foster turtle, we know there are so many other families out there longing for the chance to love and care for a turtle of their own. So it is with great sadness *sniff*, that we send the little guy on his way. He wouldn't admit it, but I know he's going to miss us, too. I caught him staring at our picture last night after I broke the news it was time to move on.

Godspeed, little guy. Godspeed. *sniff*

Lovingly submitted by Jeanne (Trumansmom)

PS - Trying to get him to tell us his name was a nightmare! I'm thinking he has a past he doesn't want to catch up with him. Maybe he's running from the law? Nah. I don't think he's quite that clever. Maybe from his bookie? Anyway, he said to call him, "Bob". No last name, just "Bob". Maybe the next hostess will be able to pry more information out of him?








Monday, June 26, 2006

That there's a BOY!

That turtle is a BOY! At least in my neck of the woods, where Eastern Box Turtles are common, he would be.
Males have red eyes and females have brown, it's as plain as day!

I hope he comes my way. I am dying to see what is in his pack, and I know he'd have a lot of fun here.


This is a picture of the last two turtles who stopped by my house (note the red eyes on the male ).

-Jo

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