A couple of mornings ago our girl found Stella & I totally transfixed with this corner of our yard.
We were mesmerized... practially hypnotized.
Before moving in for a closer look, I checked to see if the coast was clear.
Then we dove in snout first, so to speak.
My girl said it's called a turtle. He just looked like a decorative box to me. (Our girl's shoe is in there to show the scale of this thing.)
We weren't convinced anyone was home in there, but we did our best to invite him to play.
Licking on that box made the goober juices really flow. I had to shake it off before I could head back inside. (My ears in motion totally look like wings.)
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