So today I let Max and Snow out into the backyard to go potty. I was sitting on the patio talking with one of my friends when Max came waltzing up to me nudging my leg. I looked down at him and gave him a pat on the head, and continued to talk. But, he kept nudging me. This time when I looked down at him I noticed a little something hanging out of the side of his mouth. Of course my maternal instincts kicked and I put my hand under his chin and told him to "drop it"... Biggest. Mistake. Of. My. Life. That little sucker dropped a half dead frog into my hand and ran away.
For those of you who don't know... I'm terrified of frogs. Like, mortified... I think he did it on purpose too. He just looked so proud of himself after he gave me the frog. Moral of the story: Never accept anything a yorkie has to give you... with the acception of kisses.
