Okay... So... I went with my friend to the humane society place to pay her dog tags... and... dang it... I HATE that place! All the dogs...cats...bunnies... TURTLES needing homes. I left with her ~ strong ~ "I won't do it!". Later... I went back on my own... weak, humbled, determined to rescue something. OH! Not one, but TWO slider turtles ended up in my hands... I took 'em to my parents house (as I'm leaving for a trip) and added 'em to the one slider's pool. 4 + 2 = 6 turtles! I thought my Dad would flip! I sneaked in the side gate so he wouldn't see me... but he rounded the other side of the house as I was slipping them into the pool."What ARE you doing?"
"uhhhh....nothing?"
Then he spotted them... I held my breath.
"Oh... two more females? Now we gotta get you a male so they'll have babies."
I almost fell over into the pool! Something has happened to that man. Or perhaps he's just resigned that I'm going to forever be rescuing animals???
I figured, he didn't flip about the turtles... so that was the best time to tell him about the pond. I did. He said, "need help?" OH MY GOD!
Now... I'm going to find some horses to rescue!
Horses don't like ponds do they? :) Oddly enough as my father got older he got "softer" about animals in general.
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