She loved her turtle...and I was jealous. Why didn't I have a pet turtle? But that was soon remedied. I didn't actually get a pet turtle, but I did get a pet.
Remember when I wrote about our babysitter Ann? The one that I was a flower girl in her wedding? I was about 5 at the time. I got to wear a beautiful long dress with a big sash. It was my shining moment (until I asked the bride where the bathroom was right in the middle of the ceremony!). Barbara was jealous that I got to wear the pretty dress, so my mother had to make one for her too (can you tell there was a bit of sibling rivalry between us?).
Here we are on the big day ready to go to the church:
After the wedding Ann presented me with a gift (she probably purchased it before the wedding, before I asked about the bathroom!). And now I had my pet. It wasn't a turtle, it was a duck, it was none other than Donald Duck.
Now I have a pet dog named Tootie. Tootie and Donald are a little jealous of each other, as most pets are. But they manage to coexist.
Here is 66 year old Donald:
He loves to drink from Tooties water dish:
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