I Can’t Help It

Whenever I look out my back window, I just have to see where my tortoise is, what he’s up to. Sometimes, he gets himself flipped over and can’t get back upright again because he’s got a flat spot on his shell, so it’s good I’m looking out for him just in case.

And then there are days when I look out, expecting him to be frolicking in the grass or ground cover, but he’s not.

I should caption this “Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful!”

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