Pet Rock

So, a couple of weeks ago, I was watching my chickens have fun with some new straw that I had spread on the floor of their pen. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Josie headed my way dragging what looked like a turtle on a leash…only the leash

was attached to the turtle’s rear. 

I just stood there as she came closer.  Then, being a curious person, I finally said, “Whatcha doing, walking your turtle?”

She came to a stop, turned and looked at the thing and answered, “Yes. Her name is Rock. She’s a girl and I’ve trained her not to bite or snap”.  Then, she continued on her way.

Later that same day, wearing a different outfit, 

here she came again, with Rock bouncing backwards over roots.

This lasted for a few days, and then I discovered Rock in the grass outside my back door.  So I picked her up and put her on

a bench on my sun porch.  She’s been there ever since, so I suppose Josie has moved on to other things.  

Once I even thought about taking Rock for walk…you know, just to see what the attraction was.  But I figure we’ve entertained the neighbors way too much as it is.