Gunner is in a state of mild hysteria because a large (and beautiful) frog has taken up residence in the pool. Yesterday Steve and I were enjoying a dip and Gunner was chasing the frog around…the frog would come up for air, Gunner would run around to get right in its face and bark. The frog would dive (they are wonderfully made…those thigh muscles are to die for!) and Gunner would wait for it to surface. After about 30 minutes of this, the poor frog was visibly slower and it finally got to the point where he would no longer dive, he just sort of scooted along the surface. I caught him and Steve distracted Gunner — no easy task — so I could put the frog in the pholodendron jungle at the side of the pool.
Later last night, the frog was back in the pool, looking quite lively. I hope Gunner gets bored or the frog finds a better home. If I catch him again, I’m taking him to the pond across from our neighbors because while I love frogs, I simply can’t continue feeling responsible for this little guy.
On the other hand, I’d sure like to get a good picture of him!