Lifelong Learning

Being half Sheltie, I sometimes follow my herding instincts.

Last night, as the sun went down, Toad left his house under the patio and hopped slowly and methodically across to the vines on the corner. Gently, I picked him up. He panicked.

It took a good twenty minutes of hacking and spitting and drinking water and chewing grass and cadging a couple swallows of beer to get the taste out of my mouth.

It seems that panicked toads void their bladders.

I learned to ignore toads.

Life goes on.