Obsession . . . it's not a pretty thing

But, it is pretty cute!

I picked my classroom pet up today from the lovely family who watched her while we were on vacation.  She's a box turtle named Myrtle.  Her summer home is a large rubbermaid tub that I can close up to protect her from raccoons.  During the day though, the tub is open so she can have fresh air all day.

Freya, our irish wolfhound, had never met Myrtle before and to say she's fascinated would be putting it mildly.  She has spent most of the afternoon outside watching Myrtle.  She's even given a few worried barks.

What IS that thing?  

Myrtle, on the other hand, isn't real concerned about the whole thing.  

Sometimes the wolfhound watches me for hours.  

Home

We are home from our 5-1/2 week long trip.  We went to 7 states and logged thousands of miles.  We spent so much time together in the small space of our motorhome that sometimes I thought I'd scream from the lack of privacy.   We'd wake up in the morning and have that moment of wondering where we were.  We have new family jokes and memories to last a lifetime.  We saw moose!  We climbed a glacier.  We survived day after endless day of heat above 95 degrees.  We are a stronger, tighter family.

This morning.  I woke up at home.  I slept so deeply in my own bed that I'm not sure I moved all night. The sounds of my neighborhood are filling my ears and filling my brain.  There are issues to deal with and chores that need doing and lives to reboot but right now, the house is still and quiet, the nest of crows behind our house is kronking, and all is right with the world.

We're home.