[Boomer]

Onmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!!!!!

YOU THINK YOU'VE GOT PROBLEMS!!!

Here I am in the kitchen. Starting to think about what to fix for supper. Geriatric dog sound asleep at my feet. Geriatric dog suddenly leaps. Yes, LEAPS to her feet. Runs to the patio door. Yes, RUNS. Geriatric dog is barking louder than she has barked in a very long time. Not a welcoming, tailwagger of a bark. A serious bark. I follow her to the door.

AND AMBLING ACROSS MY PATIO, EVEN AS WE SPEAK, IS A BIG OL' SNAPPING TURTLE.

That's right.

And Mr. Boomer is not home right now.

And those snapping turtles have long, long necks.

And I don't know where the snow shovel is in July. That was the first implement that came to mind. You know, to use to pick the snapping turtle up. To transport the snapping turtle.

BUT TO WHERE WOULD I BE TRANSPORTING THIS CREATURE???

(I just looked again. The snapping turtle is no longer on the patio. But my beautiful limelight hydrangeas are moving, moving, moving. THERE IS NO BREEZE OUT THERE.)

:edit: :edit: :edit: Mr. Boomer will not be home until after 6:00. :edit: :edit: :edit:

You know what? Maybe Mr. Boomer will just be getting some homemade soup for supper.

Boomer