Yes, didn't you know? Owen moved in with me ever since Bree most cruelly ditched him. He was sick of hanging out with P.Monkey (the uncouth slob that he/she is) so he hopped a train up here to NY and moved in with me.
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it, lol.
Aaaanyway, Owen and I like to travel. He has this really big soft head that makes a great pillow.
We like to do a lot of train travelling together especially. Owen's great for keeping the seat next to you vacant. All you have to do is give him his own seat next to you and when the conductor boards passengers he'll think you're a)travelling with a small child, or b)crazy, so you get your seat all to yourself. (Well, and Owen.)
Anyway, Owen and I took some pictures to document our trip. We went over to Michigan to pick my grandma up and then drove her back, yep. Enjoy!
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It's like a dog bag, but for turtles! Owen insists on riding with his head sticking out so he can look at all of the people and they, in confusion, can look at him.
Curiously enough, Owen and I tend to sit alone waiting for the train.
Naturally... our train was 2 hours late because some stupid freight train had an "emergency." Emergency schmergency. Owen gets very emo waiting for a late train.
...Then again, everyone gets really emo waiting...
It was hard to take pictures once we got on because it was so dark and people were so sleepy! The next morning, however, Owen and I hauled off the train three states away and piled into a car. Now we had to drive all the way back!
This, of course, made him very emo. Again.
Because we used to live in this town I picked up a pizza for my brother who is addicted to one pizza place. Although I offered a seat for Owen on my lap, curiously enough he only wanted to sit here...
What an innocent little turtle.
Well, anyway, Owen and I took a short nap in the back seat...
...And when I woke up I found him like this!! No wonder he wanted to sit with the pizza!
Well, we stopped for gas in Pennsylvania.
Since he DID eat the pizza, it was determined that Owen had to pump the gas, but his arms were too short, so all he did was sit on the back of the car glaring at us until someone got out and did it for him.
(He did have to pay though... what?! Gas is cheap in PA!)
Eventually we did arrive back home safe and sound in NY.
Owen promptly rolled out of the car onto his back... and fell asleep. He's been in bed ever since we got home.
I found him this morning on the porch sitting with some squirrels and tending to the flowers. He apologized for eating all the pizza, and promised to pay to get some delivered tonight.
Oh my... where does Owen get all this money?!
Hmmm. Next Adventure -- Owen's Mafia Activity is Revealed, lol
((Yeah, I'm not crazy. I promise.
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