Frog Yells At Dog…. Thrice.

Some days are stellar.  Those are the days when there seems to be a little pleasantry around every corner.

For me, today was one of them.  It started off by saving a drowning mouse.  Then I was fortunate enough to share an afternoon with friends.  Great company and wonderful food…. kids swimming.  Terrific.

But maybe the best part was the rain.  Yes, midway through our “swim-party” it started raining buckets.  Well, not literally.  That would hurt.  Especially metal buckets.   Just like if it rained cats & dogs.  For one, that would be horrible for the animals.  Not to mention, it would be pretty dang  gross…. and, of course….dangerous for those of us standing on the ground.  If it were raining Kittens and Chihuahuas, it would not be nearly as bad as….. say….  Great Danes and Cougars.  (Oh No.  It is the Tangent Queen… at it again.)  The point is:  We needed this rain.  Stellar.

But tonight, after the rain, something really cool happened.  I took our dog Ollie out to her “spot”, and we happened upon the biggest frog I have ever seen in my whole life.  I’ll call him Ted the Tremendous.

Well.  Ollie went over calmly and sniffed the gargantuan amphibian.  Apparently Ted wasn’t so keen on having his frog butt sniffed by a dog.  So he leaped high in the air, frog legs flailing in all directions.

This abrupt behavior gave Ollie the very strong indication that she now has some kind of super-crazy-good toy in front of her.  She glanced over my way, flashed her doggie grin….”Thanks Mom!”  And the games were afoot.

Despite all my efforts… Ollie would not leave that frog alone.  Eventually, Ted could not take another moment of this canine interaction.  Then it happened.  In all my days… I have NEVER heard a frog scream.  Well…. tonight was the night… I’ll tell you.  Ol’ Ted sat there and gave out three long and powerful screams.

It shocked the heck out of me… not to mention Ollie.  (… and it presented a chance for Polly to grab Ollie’s collar.)  By the time I got the little missy in the house… and my camera back outside….  Ted had vanished.

The scream of a frog.    I mean…. who knew?  Yes, another day on Planet Earth filled with pleasant little surprises.   Amazing.  Remarkable.  Stellar.

One thought on “Frog Yells At Dog…. Thrice.

  1. I’ve only heard a frog do that once and I won’t forget it. I heard a noise out back that sounded like a death cry and ran out back to see what it was. There was a snake with a frog about 1/4 down. Not having seen such a thing before I grabbed both and pulled. Out came the frog and the snake got thrown in the pine tree. I put the frog in the ditch and off he swam.

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