So Sampson the Wonder Dog got himself into a little altercation.
He went under the deck and decided to catch himself a toad. Then he took it for a walk.
And the toad was not happy.
And then Sammy was foaming and rolling around being sick from both ends at the same time..and well that’s more then enough about that.
So he ended up in the shower with me washing his mouth out over and over and over and over…
And then he had to take a bath.
That was one sick little dog. And mad to boot, he hates baths.
The toad was fine. I did have to read him the “Wind in the Willows” to apologize though.
When Sammy was feeling better, I asked him what possessed him to carry around a toad. He looked me dead in the eyes and said “I am a Carnivore.” as if that explained anything.
But it reminded me of the many carnivorous animals I was lucky enough to see at the zoo.
Zebra, what are you laughing at?
Carnivorous animals are meat eaters not carnival animals..
No, I can’t see you behind that tree..very clever.
Yes Hyena, I know you can see him but don’t tell him that.
And don’t bother telling the tiger either.
He’s a bit miffed.
He was just in his own private pool and when he wasn’t looking someone stole his towel.
And the Leopard is ignoring everyone. He was quite hurt that the “Wind in the Willows’ didn’t have any leopards in it.
I don’t know how you snuck in here, little Speke’s Gazelle, but you are too darn cute to be a carnivorious post.
Go on with you now.
Oh, look what you’ve started. The Nyala is in here now, batting her lashes at everyone.
And no, the baby bongo has come in too!
He definitely has to go back until those horns grow in..
I need someone with some common sense to speak to the herbivores..
Hmm, the gorilla is deep in thought..
Yes, sir..You want me to put a scary carnivore in here..
What kind of scary carnivore?
Oh I see, you mean a Marabou stork..
They eat carrion, frogs, fishes, other birds, small animals, garage and well pretty much anything that they can fit in their mouth.
That’s one strange bird.
Well that’s done the trick.
Everyone ran back to where they’re supposed to be.
Alright then, have a good one folks!
©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2012
7 thoughts on “A toad beat up my dog…”
Gordon Labradoodle once picked up a toad and ended up frothing for a bit. He’s a notorious wimp though, so he only had it in his mouth for a little bit. We managed to dodge the sick from the other end!
Poor Gordon! At least he was smart enough to drop it rather then carry it around like a fool.
The zebra looks like he’s wearing funky leotards. Where’s my hippo???
He is wearing funky leotards!
I’m still working on the hippo. He’s being awfully picky about what colors he wants his nails to be…
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Wonderful, thanks for the smiles 🙂
Loved all the pictures, I’m glad your pooch is ok. I laughed out loud at the zebra hiding behind the tree.