Mr. Turtle

Dogs have their own idea of social networking. And social media, in the dog world, is the equivalent of sniffing where everyone else has peed. I read somewhere that a dog can tell the breed, sex, social status, and even the mood of a dog by just sniffing. Just think, when your walking your dog, it’s the equivalent of letting them read the doggie newspaper.

We were both working in the yard one day last week when we had a visitor. This was a nice Husky mix boy I’d seen once before, but never met. He was very interested in what I was doing, so I said ‘hello’ and asked him if I could pet him. He was very gracious, and allowed me to do so, before resuming his inspection of the perimeter. He was less appreciative of the squirt with the water hose as I educated him on the necessity of not tinkling on my plants.

He would have liked to have met our girls, but because Jimmy and I wanted to actually be productive, we’d left them in the house. So Mr. Husky went about his business. He knew that if he were going to call on the girls unexpectedly and convince them to come out to play, he needed to bring them a gift.

So he brought them a turtle.

I have no idea how long poor Mr. Turtle had laid upside down on our front deck in front of the sidelight beside our front door. I hadn’t even seen Mr. Husky venture up on the deck.

But I’m quite certain Mr. Turtle was less than impressed with Mr. Husky’s polite efforts to meet the girls. He was probably just wondering how in the hell he was going to get himself out of this predicament.

Thankfully, he was still alive, as he ducked inside his shell when I picked him up. I promptly returned him to our pond, which is where I suspect he came from in the first place.  I wonder what gifts Mr. Husky will bring the girls next? 😀