Dogs and frogs
|Topper prefers to chill in the sofa. Yup, he|
really does sleep like that. =)
I walked Bonnie, and noticed a big frog sitting on the pavement close to the house. It had the cutest feet. She has a decently evolved hunting instinct, and I was happy she didn't see it.
Anyway, by the time I'd taken Bonnie in and did the same routine with Topper, I had forgotten all about the frog.
It was still there, and Topper went, "Hey, what are you?"
I said, "Leave the frog alone. They're not for eating."
The frog clearly shared my sentiment; it jumped to get away from the dog and landed on my leg. It was big, cold, slippery, and hung on for its life.
I bounced on one foot while shaking the other leg, attempting to get it off without hurting it, without falling in the rain, and without dropping Topper's leash. "Get off me, get off me, get off me!"
In retrospect I didn't have to worry about the last part. Topper sat down, tilted his head to the side, and gave me a look of, "What the hell are you doing?"
Sometimes it's a good thing only the dogs see me, and that they haven't figured out how to use a video camera. =D