March 23, 2011
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Let me start off by saying, with all seriousness, I do not like frogs. They jump. They creep me out, and I do not find them cute. Everybody’s got their thing. Mine’s frogs.
So today L and I were walking Scout and Ranger, doing a few laps, when the unthinkable happened.
For starters, I was having a horrible time keeping Scout from eating everything on the ground. Rocks, sticks, those spiky balls that fall off trees…and on and on. So I didn’t pay any attention after a while what I pulled out of her mouth. Every time we got to one particular spot, Scout would try to eat this unidentifiable object, and I would take it from her mouth and toss it on the ground. After the third time, I finally noticed what it was.
A frog. A run-over, flattened, skin-only carcass of a frog.
Cue the freak out.
Dear God, what we go through for our pet-children.