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A few minutes later Saffie came charging in with something in her mouth. It was still quite dark out and I could see she'd grabbed a dark stick from the yard. I reached down to grab it to throw it back outside when I could see legs. Stiff long legs.
Shudder.
I screamed and grabbed the scruff of her neck and she dropped it.
The "it" was now clearly a stiff, dead, big, long-legged frog - I'd guess about 7-8 inches long. When it hit the ground all the ants and bugs that had been feeding off this early morning breakfast buffet scattered all over the floor of the living room.
I had to scoop the thing up - and all its surrounding beasties - with a stick-down floor tile I happened to have nearby, and chuck it outside. The best part was coming back inside and gathering up the remaining bugs and flinging them outside as well. The icing on the cake was going back outside about an hour later and finding the petrified frog corpse and this time flinging it over the fence so that it didn't end up in my living room again.
Looking like this is her only saving grace.
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Sounds like that woke you up!
her only saving grace, haha! I often say that my puppy's cuteness is pretty much her meal ticket around here. Last time she got a bird luckily my hubby was here to finish it off with a shovel since it wasn't dead yet. Ugh! I guess that's what we get for getting "real dogs" instead of "purse dogs"! :)
We've seen so many dead frogs from the cold. I'm glad Ollie hasn't found any to grace my living room.
No dead frogs here yet- but I did get to wake up to the soothing croak of one under my house the other morning. A good sound when you've been wondering if the dear little thing has been killed by the cold :). I mayself have a big dog (golden, very old) and a little dog- both boys, both act like boys...nuff said!
Well, at least it was dead. I reached down to pick up a "rubber band" off my bedroom carpet the other day, and as I touched it, it moved. Turned out to be a 3" long live centipede! One of the dogs must have brought it in. Back home, they always bring in dead night crawlers.
She's getting really big. I think you're lucky they both didn't roll in Mr. Frog and greet you with eau de dead thing, quite frankly.
Cleanup is always loathsome.
She looks very proud of herself for bringing you a gift so early in the morning. I guess it was...better dead...than alive. :)
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