So I've popped in to show you what Bogart the big black dog found camping in our backyard:
Why yes. He is a dinosaur. In a kooky-kinda-prehistoric-knarlyskinned-way. I've named him Fred. The kids have other ideas. We stuck him in a mud puddle in the middle of our
He has tremendouly bad breath*, and pretty much smells. But in a nature-inspired way. Yeah. Fred scared the dickens out of Bogart when he got too close to inspect. Now my poor cowardly dog won't even go outside. Ain't no way he's sharing a backyard with this reptilian tyrant.
Hubby risked life and limb so I could get really close for this one. Notice Fred refuses to close his mouth....I guess he figured if snapping won't scare us, his TBB* will. And it did.
I shot some video with my mad filming skillz. You simply must watch it. It will give you *such* an intimate understanding of how our family relates to each other in new circumstances. *snicker* My hubby schools us on all things turtle while my 16 year old daughter Grace is absolutely giddy and never stops talking and giggling about the discovery. She cracks me up. I, of course, provide the sarcasm. Enjoy.
Why yes. It really doesn't take much to entertain my family.