A couple of days ago we were outside doing stuff. Andy was waaaaay over by the workshop, and he did a little dance and bent over and picked something up and wiggled and came over and had a HUGE toad in his hands. I like toads.

This really was a big toad. I wanted to be able to show everyone how big, so I asked Andy to put his hand near the toad. Of course, the giant hand scared the toad and it fled. Andy swiftly grabbed the toad and clutched it close to his bosom. (I guess his reflexes aren’t too old for amphibians…just reptiles.) I was so proud and beamed as I got this photo.

Then things suddenly took a turn for the worse….Andy shrieked and threw the toad into the air. The toad flewwwwww and went kerplunk on the gravel! I squeaked and waved my hands in the air, “You tossed the toad!!!”

“It peeeeeeeed on me!”

“You could have killed it!”

“But…it peed on me!”

I laughed and laughed and laughed. I’m laughing right now thinking about it. Teehee. The toad peed on Andy.

The End.

Sheep Update: Sourdough’s bottle jaw (sheep necks get swollen and full of fluid when they have bad worms — it’s called bottle jaw) is almost completely gone, and she’s up and about more, going potty, eating a little. She wasn’t eating a whole lot, so Andy called the vet, and I picked up a syringe of steriods after work. Yup. I got to give a sheep a shot. The steriods are supposed to help her appetite and also help reduce the inflammation in her tummy and guts from the worms. Pumpernickle’s bottle neck is still there, but she’s very perky and was running around and even baaa’ed.