When we lived in Oklahoma, a box turtle had the misfortune of wandering into our fenced yard. Emma didn't bother to bark at him, she just gnawed on him and tried to pick him up. I found the poor dog-slobber covered turtle trying to hide in the corner on our back porch. He wasn't hurt, just well-slobbered, so I took him outside the fence safely away from a dog who thought he was an interactive chew toy. He never came back.
We plan to watch the Super Bowl tonight with a large bowl of homemade guacamole and some chips as is our Super Bowl tradition. Go Giants!