We've counted fifteen turtles in the pond. The turtles sometimes wander out into the pasture. Little Brother or Chance will occasionally pick them up in their mouths - gently, labs have "soft mouths" - and bring them to us. When this happens we praise the dogs and tell them that the turtles are their "babies" and we have to take care of them. (Similar to how we introduced them to the goats.) The turtles are so accustomed to us now that they don't pull their heads in when they see us coming. Since the dogs know what the word "pond" means, I decided to give them a bit of direction. Now if the dogs bring us a turtle, we say, "Take the baby to the pond," and then we mosey down to the pond and when we get there we tell them to "drop it." The dog lays the turtle on the bank and the turtle walks, almost casually, into the water.
P.S. Cricket now has horns.