Frogs
Hi, me again. Bob. This is such fun. I like writing stuff down.
Did you know that Dead Frogs didn't come that way? Squished and flat, I mean. My Mom just told me that once they were alive and our friends and that they accidently got run over. Oh, my gosh. I am a bad dog. I would never hurt anything. I hope my friends know this. I just thought they came in a package like that and my Mom or my Sister were leaving them on the driveway.
Last night I met a real Frog. He was very fat and very hoppy. I chased him around the grass for a few minutes but mostly he scared me. I thought he might jump on me, or get on my nose or something. That's when my Mom explained about how they come in that fat, hoppy condition, and then the poor things get run down.
I don't know if I can sleep tonight. Do you suppose I will be forgiven for this? It was just so much fun and they smelled so wonderful. My Mom said we would find a MousePerson, like Daisy had, and we would look on the computer and see if there is a toy shaped like a flat frog. But even then, I don't feel right about myself now.
Please tell ALL the frogs you know that I am so sorry and I won't do this bad behaviour any more.
Ashamed,
Bob
Did you know that Dead Frogs didn't come that way? Squished and flat, I mean. My Mom just told me that once they were alive and our friends and that they accidently got run over. Oh, my gosh. I am a bad dog. I would never hurt anything. I hope my friends know this. I just thought they came in a package like that and my Mom or my Sister were leaving them on the driveway.
Last night I met a real Frog. He was very fat and very hoppy. I chased him around the grass for a few minutes but mostly he scared me. I thought he might jump on me, or get on my nose or something. That's when my Mom explained about how they come in that fat, hoppy condition, and then the poor things get run down.
I don't know if I can sleep tonight. Do you suppose I will be forgiven for this? It was just so much fun and they smelled so wonderful. My Mom said we would find a MousePerson, like Daisy had, and we would look on the computer and see if there is a toy shaped like a flat frog. But even then, I don't feel right about myself now.
Please tell ALL the frogs you know that I am so sorry and I won't do this bad behaviour any more.
Ashamed,
Bob
Hi Bob... Josie here. My mom had to tell me the truth about them too the day I brought a really really REALLY cool headless one into the house and was rolling on him on the carpet. He just smelled soooooo delightful! I wanted to smell like that and love on him for hours. My mom came over to see what I was so in love with and, well... she kinda freaked out and yelled to my dad "oh my God, it has HANDS". I still don't know what that means, but I know it made mom really sad. That's when she told me about them being fat and hoppy... and she brought me to see some live ones. *shhh... this is a secret... I LOVE THEM BETTER!!! I try to hop just like them in the grass, even though they do seem to think I hop too good. But they are really good at having fun and I am ALL about having fun!*
Anyway, mom said that the flat ones are called "Smogs", for 'smushed frogs' and our road is just covered in them. That makes mom sad too, but she sure laughs like crazy when I'm out hoppin' with my fat hoppy happy buddies!
Thanks Josie! Are you my new friend? Tell me about you. This is so much fun because before Daisy had ALL the friends and I didn't get too many, and now I am finding them everywhere.
My Mom and my Sister say that "Smogs" is a wonderful name and that maybe some person making toys for dogs should make some and add a delightful smell too! Squeakers are too easy for me to get outside of my toys, but I would like something that smells awful. Probably would not be a big seller, what do you think?
Licks,
Your new friend
Bob
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Hi Bob... I almost forgot to do this! I'm sorry... there's jsut SOOOO many things to do during the day! I try to do them all at once sometimes and my Momma laughs at me. She says that a pup shouldn't try to eat and sleep and play all at the same time. It makes for dirty noses and upset tummies. And, of course, she's right. But I got off track here, huh? But that's me! All over the place all at once! So... I'll try to focus and let you know about how my Momma and I fell in love.
When I was a little one, I lived in Florida and for some reason no one around seemed to think that I was a very good thing. I was beaten and I was even shot... TWICE. Jimminy, that hurt! A nice lady from rescue group (did I tell you my Momma does rescue? I'm sorry if I forgot) found me and got me to a doctor and they did all kinds of ouchie things to me, but afterwards, I started to feel better. Boy! That rescue place was NOISEY! And it was filled with little black and brown nippy pups Momma calls 'min-pins'. I didn't know there was any difference between them and me except I couldn't walk too good. Momma says I was so out of place there because I am a Collie/German Sheppard mix. I'm tall and lovely and have very long hairs on my tail. Momma says I am beautiful and perfect, even though I limp very badly. Anyway, the rescue I was at all of a sudden had to close and all 52 doggies there needed to find homes in one week! I was one of the last to go... my Momma said she just couldn't let anything more happen to me and that I need to have a new begining... in TN. So she and Dad and my two sisters (a 16 yr old beagle - Indy Anna Bones and a 3 yr old manchester terrier mix - Dixie Rose) came and picked me up. Whew! I was so scared! But something about my Momma made me feel safe and I clung to her like glue.
Well, now I'm two years old and I still limp, but I don't remember much about where I came from and how sad and lonely I was. I still thinking I'm a little dog, though... and that makes Momma laugh too. She and I spend lots of time just holding onto each other and talking. Did I tell you I like to talk? I talk all the time. Momma says that's the Collie in me and then says Timmy didn't fall down a well. I still don't know what that means, but it makes her giggle and when she giggles it is like sparkley sunshine in my heart.
So... Thanks for being my newest great friend too, Bob. (that's my dad's name, by the way)... I think you're very bright and handsome and I'll bet you would be a great friend to play with.
Gentle woofs and nuzzles,
Your pal,
Josie Mae
My Dear Josie Mae
How can you ever forgive me for not answering your wonderful letter to me sooner than this? I hate to thorw dead frogs on anyone, but My Mom was a little out of it from August 14th until just recently. She decided to try the frog roll and it didn't work so great on her and she broke her shoulder and had to have surgery.
Actually a BIG dog decided to chase some deer and my Mom forgot the cardinal rule of Dog-Walking which is 'LET GO OF THE LEASH". Ouch.
Then just when she is getting better she decided to wind up in that hospital place again last Sunday.
But she says we are on track now!
How could anyone shoot you and beat you? Did the same thing get to happen to those people, do you wonder? Mom says that is the only solution!
Please keep writing to me Josie Mae and can you send me your photo graph?
Love and Licks,
Bob
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Bob,
Tell your grandmom that she should write a children's book about you--she'd be a millionaire-then you could have all the dead frogs you'd like!
Dear Miss Karen
I think that is a really good idea.
Could I come and meet all of your girls sometime? I could tell them all about The Frog. It's a pretty cool dance that I made up in my head.
Love,
Bob
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Bob, you are just a sweet, sensitive little boy. Bob, you didn't hurt the frog when you chased it. Frogs sometimes have to go to the "bridge", too. I'm glad your Mom explained that frogs are not born flat. This is important information for you to have. But, please don't be ashamed. You are going to be learning lots of new things in your life and you are such a good dog. I want you to have sweet dreams tonight. You deserve to see bunnies and frogs and all kinds of animals in your dreams. Sometimes dogs like to chase animals, but this is normal. Don't cry over this; you'll make this gramma sad and then Blazer & Kimber will cry too.
We think you are extra special and maybe, we, too, can guide you through life's experiences. Sleep well, my cute little man.
Love Vicki, Blazer & Kimber
Hi Blazer and Company
You are so wonderful to me and such great friends. It is so hard to have to learn everything almost all at the same time. Sometimes, I just go inside my box and take a nap. Then my Mom laughs at me (softly) because I am so big and my crate is really from when I was smaller but when she and my Sister tried to get me a new one I didn't like it. I have this one all fixed up with my blankets and it smells the way I like. So when they go away and I am in the box, I just make myself small. When I take a nap and everyone is in the office working, my head hangs out of the box onto the floor. That is, I guess, what makes them laugh.
Once again, it would seem that I am NOT a scary PitBull.
Thank you for the dreaming part. I like dreaming about my friends the deer.
Love and Licks ,
Bob
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Dearest Bob,
Honey, it sounds like your confidence level is a bit low. The part where you're trying to make yourself "smaller" kind of makes me feel this way. Nobody thinks you're a scary pit bull. My favorite pictue of you, by Bev Hollis, shows you smiling. Scary dogs don't smile, and you have a wonderful twinkle in your eye.
So, my handsome little sweetheart, you keep dreaming about your favorite "deer" and maybe even a squirrel will show up, just in case.
We love you very much!
Licks, sloobers & Meow
Vicki & the kids
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