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I turned him out in his pasture. He's living in the "pond field" currently. After I latched the gate, I nearly stepped on a large, green frog.
"Oops, I'm sorry frog. I'll put you back." I set him over the fence. "There you are."
Armani is used to me putting his supper in that way. He lowered his head and touched the frog with his nose. It hopped toward the pond. Armani kept his nose to the ground and sniffed after it. He tapped it again. Hop...
He continued to pursue the frog. It started to look like a game. Armani's ears perked up. Touch... Hop... Touch... Hop...
The frog was nearly to the pond. Touch... Hop... Touch... Hop...
LICK!
The frog jumped into the pond. Armani arched his neck over backwards. He wagged his tongue in the air and curled up his lips. He ran back to me.
"Well what did you expect it'd taste like?" I asked. I handed him a piece of carrot.
3 comments:
What a brave boy! I'm pretty sure Izzy would have had a small breakdown if something she touched proceeded to hop.
As long as it was a frog and not a toad! :)
This story was on npr a while back and it just cracks me up. I encourage you to listen to the story of Lady's addiction.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=6376594
enjoy!
Too funny! When my Lab was a puppy she caught one and thought about eating it but changed her mind. I think she enjoyed the hopping too much.
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