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Maggie Cummings
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I haven't been feeling very well so I laid down on my couch and was sound asleep when there was a pounding on my door. It was a guy who lives up the street from me and he says "your turtle is walking up the street". I repeat, "my turtle"? I'm thinking about the water turtle I have in my car port storage shed. She's a very large and mean RES and I'm wondering why the guy didn't have her...Scruffie is her name. So I go out in the street with the guy and I see his SUV about a city block away in the middle of the street with his 4-ways flashing and lo and behold...Bob!
OMG you guys! Bob!!!...I really wish I was smarter and would have thought to take a picture of him and his parade. There was the guys SUV, 10 year old Ethan on his bike, and the guys wife who's herding Bob and about 5 other rugrats. So my mind is whirling a mile a minute and I stupidly asked this big badassed Harley rider if he'd help me get Bob back...duh! So we get up to Bob who is looking kind of confused and I asked the guy if we can put Bob in the back of his black shining automobile and he's looking for a graceful way to say "no he didn't want that dirty beast in his clean vehicle" when Ethan the kid next door says "I'll get his cart Maggie". Thanks Ethan I mostly don't like you, but that was right on. So I ask the guy if he can turn Bob around facing my house. I bet he weighs 250 pounds, he spreads his legs and grabs ahold of the runaway beast and makes a big grunt (or was it a fart?) and he couldn't move Bob a quarter of an inch. So I grab Bob's carapace behind his neck with my left hand and pick his front end up and twirl him around and get him headed towards my house. I hope I didn't damage the guy's ego much
...Ethan gets the cart and we get Bob up into the cart and off we go home. Thank God for that cart. Both gates are closed so this is what I see...his pen...our ground is absolutely saturated with water...the rebar is laying on the other side
7 stairs up to my deck...
he walks across the deck...I wonder how long he sat at my back door waiting for me to open it? It's now 4:30 and it was 2PM last I saw him...
and down 5 wide stairs to the street
and here he is looking befuddled and somewhat innocent. Bob...what in the world am I going to do with you??? Thank goodness I taught him to climb into that cart . It's too small for him now, I should have taken a picture of him in the cart but I was too busy trying to put him away and fix the cinderblocks.
I wish I had made a better story, and taken more pictures, but I was so scared I wasn't thinking. So here's your Bob fix and now I have to go lay down and get over this latest Bob adventure, which is NO adventure for me. Or maybe too much adventure for me...
notice the blood on his face, he got an injury...
OMG you guys! Bob!!!...I really wish I was smarter and would have thought to take a picture of him and his parade. There was the guys SUV, 10 year old Ethan on his bike, and the guys wife who's herding Bob and about 5 other rugrats. So my mind is whirling a mile a minute and I stupidly asked this big badassed Harley rider if he'd help me get Bob back...duh! So we get up to Bob who is looking kind of confused and I asked the guy if we can put Bob in the back of his black shining automobile and he's looking for a graceful way to say "no he didn't want that dirty beast in his clean vehicle" when Ethan the kid next door says "I'll get his cart Maggie". Thanks Ethan I mostly don't like you, but that was right on. So I ask the guy if he can turn Bob around facing my house. I bet he weighs 250 pounds, he spreads his legs and grabs ahold of the runaway beast and makes a big grunt (or was it a fart?) and he couldn't move Bob a quarter of an inch. So I grab Bob's carapace behind his neck with my left hand and pick his front end up and twirl him around and get him headed towards my house. I hope I didn't damage the guy's ego much
...Ethan gets the cart and we get Bob up into the cart and off we go home. Thank God for that cart. Both gates are closed so this is what I see...his pen...our ground is absolutely saturated with water...the rebar is laying on the other side
7 stairs up to my deck...
he walks across the deck...I wonder how long he sat at my back door waiting for me to open it? It's now 4:30 and it was 2PM last I saw him...
and down 5 wide stairs to the street
and here he is looking befuddled and somewhat innocent. Bob...what in the world am I going to do with you??? Thank goodness I taught him to climb into that cart . It's too small for him now, I should have taken a picture of him in the cart but I was too busy trying to put him away and fix the cinderblocks.
I wish I had made a better story, and taken more pictures, but I was so scared I wasn't thinking. So here's your Bob fix and now I have to go lay down and get over this latest Bob adventure, which is NO adventure for me. Or maybe too much adventure for me...
notice the blood on his face, he got an injury...
