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Turtles, Can You Hear Me?
Raise A Paw
Out for a run (okay fine, really more of a confident walk peppered with moments of faster walking that I label as “running”) this morning through Prospect Park in Brooklyn I came upon Red-Eared Slider turtle strolling across the road. I stopped, concerned that the bicyclists that whiz through the park might not see it and run it over. We looked at each other for a moment before I asked it where it was headed. Turtle didn’t respond but did give me a sort of, “none of your business lady,” look. Or did it? I wasn’t sure, so I repeated the question and still there was no answer. Not one to bully, I picked Turtle up and put it in the leafy woods and without even so much as a thank you, it strolled off. I wasn’t offended, but it leave me wondering – While Turtle stopped to look at me, did it actually hear me approach? Raise A Paw wants to know if turtles have the ability to get an earful; Turtles, Can You Hear Me?
Raise A Paw: Lightning Round 2
Raise A Paw
A couple of months ago I put together a Raise A Paw Lightning Round and it was a hit (no pun intended). Then it just occurred to me that one of the great things about trivia is that it seems to be endless and the one of the great things about pet trivia aside from being seemingly endless in content is that it is an absolute joy to dig up fun facts about our furried, feathered and finned friends and share with Pawesome readers.
So this week I give you a Raise A Paw: Lightning Round 2 for you to learn a little something quick and easy to dazzle your friends at parties with. At least, that is how I chose to imagine you use this information.
Territorial Turtle
This turtle has obviously had it up to here with these felines. Man, they’re lucky he hasn’t pulled out the nunchucks. You tell ‘em, buddy!
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Scaly Shout-Out
Curbed

In our continuing quest to honor the scaly cuteness among us, I present Mister (or Ms.) Scaly. This lizard — it’s a lizard, yes? — lives at the Mayan Ruins of Tulum, which I affectionately remember as the hottest place in the history of heat.
You guessed it: they’re wild — and plentiful — and you’re not supposed to touch them.






























































