Humom has to spend the day at the hospital again today getting some yucky stuff in her veins that makes her feel gross for like EVER (don’t worry she makes sure I have breakfast before she goes). Sometimes she seems sad about having to go all the time but I think she needs to take a tip from this awesome Tortie! She has wheels!
I always tell her, you can still do anything mama! You can feed me extra noms any time! If you need to rest, no problem! You can sit and watch me eat them. This awesome shell, Mrs. T, is 90 years old! My humom isn’t even half way there! Go mama go!
I’m a pretty good support tortoise, aren’t I. I wonder if I should try motivational speaking…