melinda the turtle has been with the family for ages.
it belonged first, i believe, to my grandfather, tito, then passed on to his sons and grandsons, and now lives at the house somewhere.
like a mythical creature, melinda appears whenever she wishes to be seen.
it can be months on end before anyone catches a glimpse of her.
for more than thirty years she has seen and survived all kinds of adventures.
once she was found in the jaws of my dog toffee, an uncontrollably happy chocolate lab with mountains of energy.
life for a turtle must be difficult. at least she has home with her at all times.