• Meet…The Turtle

    As a young adolescent, I had the blessing of living with my parents on what I sometimes called “a little house in the prairie” (we lived in a small house in Grand Prairie, TX). Yes, we were in a city, but our street was on the outer most parts of the city and the “country” was around me . There were no houses next to us but rather open fields and woods and lots of critters. One summer, our dog was on the patio and making lots of noise barking. I went to the glass and saw that the dog was barking at a turtle that had found the dog’s…