Toitle.

This is an actual photo taken by moi over the summer at my parent's house. I probably went outside to check on you-know-who and found her staring at this creature, rummaging through the wood chips in the landscaping. I'd say the diameter of his/her shell was 12 inches but I'm not one for math so let's say it was the size of a small-medium pizza.

He/she was kinda cute and looked thirsty (don't ask me why I thought this) so mom filled a tupper ware with water and then placed the recycling bin between him/her and Libby so that the pooch wouldn't try to have turtle soup for snack.

When I went back to check on the menagerie 20 minutes later, only the dog remained. There was no discarded shell in sight and I'd never seen Libby eat lobster or shuck oysters so I doubted she knew how to extract turtle meat from its shell. I felt fairly confident that the little guy/girl had escaped unharmed and was somewhere safe, racing against a neighborhood hare.

So what if Libby was licking her lips? I hear turtle can be salty.