I thought it was a toad at first, but no - it was a little frog!
She had a toad the other day that she was flipping around. I got it from her and put it in the neighbors yard so she couldn't get it.
We were just now out for her evening relief trip and she kept sniffing and sniffing. Then she got crazy and was chasing something all over the entire 3 square feet of year that we have at the apartment.
I pulled on her leash and she came over to me and when I looked down, there was a little bity frog in her mouth. She WOULD NOT give it to me or put it down. She kept going to the door and pawing at it to go inside but I couldn't let her take the frog in.
So, we stayed and stayed and finally I tried to get her to open her mouth so I could get the frog, and.....oops, she chomped it.
IT WAS AN ACCIDENT and it was all MY FAULT! Not Tink's fault. I should have known that trying to manipulate her mouth that way would be disastrous for the little frog.
She dropped it right away and poked at it with her paw several times and then she looked up at me as if to say, "Mommy, what did you do to my frog?!" So I picked it up in a tissue and put it in the bag with Tink's waste. Ewwww!
Now Tink is upset with me and keeps wanting to go out to the sidewalk where the frog was. We've gone out 4 times now and she still keeps looking for it. Sigh!
I would ignore her but she keeps barking 'til I put her harness on and we go out. This is getting tiresome. I keep telling her it is "all gone" but she's not getting it. Poor Tink. Poor frog. Bad mommy.