One Good Thing

Stepped out the front door this AM and there was a big ol' frog just sitting there. Nearly stepped on it. Could have been a nasty disaster. Luckily the frog hopped off to the safety of the carport. I was afraid when Alex came over she'd make a snack of him. Not that she likes frog much, but when Alex gets excited - and she gets excited a lot - she gets a bit...protective. As if showing me what a good protector she is. She left Mr Frog alone, though, and he hopped away to croak another day.