Herman got his tank cleaned today (he poops in it). He's a friendly turtle by nature, but he's also a fierce defender of his living space. He saw me pilfering his rocks, and he rammed his snout into my finger and blasted it with a stream of bubbles. While I was busy scrubbing his junk with distilled vinegar, Herman was taking a little backyard vaycay in the crock pot. Turtle soup, yo. He also likes motoring around under his own power. Looks pretty snakey, don't he?

The dogs are still interested, but I'm concerned that it's beginning to harden to dislike.

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