The boy, the dog and the turtle

Meet Webster...the most gregarious turtle i have ever met. Meeting us on our front sidewalk with his cob web covered shell (hence the name Webster) made us wonder where he had emerged from, but regardless of where he came from, he knew where he was going....and that was away from us. Who would stick around with a dog sniffing your hind quarters and a baby patting your shell? But no fear did he show as he briskly ventured down the front yard to reside under the jasmine that swallows our mailbox. It was a good resting spot for him as he waited for his fan club to carry on to another suited distraction so he could finish his journey, wherever that might be. I would have liked Webster to be a regular around our house but I think we sufficiently sealed the deal, after butt sniffing and shell patting, that he'll find another place to call home.






After all the fun with the turtle, we carried on with our walk down the street. It seems to be the quickest way to get Roman tired out before his naps or bedtime.


Away he goes...always on the move- which I think will always be the way of this child. But it seems well suited for our family.