And then I rescued a turtle.

I guess I'm a wildlife warrior as I have rescued two non-mammal this week.  Chris and I were walking Charger in the neighborhood when we saw a giant turtle in the middle of the road.

We have a lot of little ponds here, so we think it left one to get to the other side. This guy would have never made it across the road with the traffic.

Luckily, Charger had not pooped, so I had two doggy poop bags. Now I tried some scare tactics to get it to run, only for it to hide even more. When I tried to move it, the backlegs stuck in the ground.  Meanwhile my ever brave brother and dog just stood there laughing/staring inquisitively.  Ever helpful Chris was yelling at me to just pick it up, but it was quite heavy.  I actually thought it may have already been run over and didn't want it's guts to spill out.  Chris assured me he saw no blood and it probably would not be moving if it did get run over.  So after a minute, I pulled it off the ground and ran the turtle across the street towards the next pond.  Off it ran!  Once Charger saw that it was actually not a rock she starting barking like crazy.

I felt good.  I have seen far too many turtles dead on the side of the road. This one I was able to identify as a Florida softshell turtle.  May it live long and prosper.
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On a side note: Charger gets her ovaries taken out on Wednesday.  When asked, my dad would rather have me spayed than Charger.