Saturday, November 22, 2008

The story of Shell

My turtle, Shell, doesn't come from the place you think-he doesn't come from a pet shop. So, you are probably thinking where we got him, then. Our dogs, Casey and Maisy, died. My dad went to the Library to return some books. On the way back to his car, he found a turtle that was about to get run over by a car! He got the turtle, and thought since our dogs died, it would make a good pet. He brought it to the car and put it in a plastic container. He brought him home as a surprise for us.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That's a pretty nice Dad to save the turtle and give you a neat pet at the same time. I am so glad shell got a newer and bigger home. Granny Lily