Thursday, September 3, 2015
You read that right. Every fall, a tiny toad appears on our front walk and Sophie spots it first. It hops, she hops. It goes into our flower bed and Sophie tries to track it. Fortunately she never catches it - I fear what could happen. But there is nothing funnier than watching Sophie and her frog hop around the yard. (Unless it is 3 in the morning and then you want to scream.)
Last night, Grannie took Sophie out and when the toad went under my car, Sophie did the same. Thankfully she was on a leash at the time.
So get ready to bust out those fall clothes. I mean who are you going to believe - meteorologists or Hoppin' Hoggie?