The march of the Snappers
Each year about this time, the snapping turtles emerge from the creek at the dog park, somehow climb up the steep, man-made embankment and slowly creep across the path to the swamp. This one was making good time since she was there on our way into the park, but gone by the time we returned.
She was about the size of a Frisbee–a big honkin’ Frisbee with a beak that’ll snap your little doggie toes off.
“Billie! Get away from that. It’s not a short, green, slimy dog.”
Whew! At least she sniffed its tail end and stayed away from the dangerous part!