Friday, January 01, 2010

Grandson Meets Moo


First, we make friends with the Grandson.


I hear tell thar's a Turtle in Phoenix that ain't never been rid yet.... until now.


5 comments:

Nina said...

Yee hah! Ride 'em cowboy...show that wild beast whose boss....and look out for sneaky moves on 'is part...that's how I got this limp on me...why one time when I was in a saloon near the border some banditos jumped me and....**sorry...the "Texan" in me came out...

margaret said...

Wow I didn't realise quite how big Moo is... no wonder he can demolish a patio!

s-p said...

Nina, LOL! Spoken like a true Rodeo Queen!

margaret said...

You know how I don't get out much? Well I have been thinking about Mama Moo, errrr, Mrs Steven, and how she got Moo home from wherever she found him. She must have seriously impressive muscles... I would have been flakily on the phone to the nearest available male pleading for him to do his Sir Galahad thing.

So Happy New Year to Moo's Lady Galahad! :)

s-p said...

Mrs. s-p found Moo at the dog park, which is quite a little social circle in our neighborhood. A couple of the ladies there helped pick him up and put him in the trunk of one of their cars and they drove him to our house and helped unload him. He's probably over 50 pounds and hard to pick up alone because you have to straddle him and grab his shell and carry him while hunched over. If you lift him to your chest, his back feet will dig into your stomach, and they're pretty strong and can scratch you up pretty good. So, yeah, he's not easy to move alone.