I mentioned in My Monday Mind Dump this week that my husband is the s.l.o.w.e.s.t moving person on Earth, so it is only fitting that he has a turtle as his pet. Pookie the Turtle has been in Mr. Clean's life since the second grade. That's right, SECOND GRADE. Pookie (who came with that name) is approximately 18 years old and has a life expectancy of 75 years. I don't really associate with Pookie, that's Mr. Clean's department, but I do think it is pretty remarkable that he has had him for as long as he had. Pets never really did/do that well at my parents house. They inevitably go to live "in the country" (a la the ducks, or that cat), get buried out back (that guinea pig), get sent back to where they came from (that wiener dog that managed to get on the kitchen table and pee every 5 seconds), get shipped off to Korea (that chow dog), run away while we were on vacation (that other dog), had a bad run-in with the golden retriever up the street (poor rabbits), or suffered from schizophrenia (the psychotic toy poodle). So yeah, Pookie is doing great! He really is a good pet, and that's a good thing because I think he's going to be around for a while.
Wife of 4 years, mom to 1, oldest sister to 7...I'm striving to be an EXCELLENT wife, and not a perfect wife. Reading about the Prov. 31 woman is truly inspiring and something to strive for and to be encouraged by, not discouraged!