The Ranch Porch
Daisy, my ranching neighbor’s dog, is a cute little black stray. She is always welcome here at the ranch house, and truth be known, spends more time as our porch guard than at my neighbor’s house. In the winter as it is now, she sleeps beside my bed and is rewarded as a night watchman/person/femaledoggie (its hard being politically correct these days) with a milk bone each morning. Sometime a homemade doggie treat is appreciated even more. (To get some great homemade dog treat recipes Click Here!) I keep fresh water for Daisy and the two cats, Mr. Black and Leo in the kitchen and out on the porch.
This morning someone left Daisy a surprise. As I looked out the kitchen window, Daisy was standing near the water bowl giving out little growleywolfflebarks and scratching the porch in front of the bowl with her front paws. When I went outside to see what all the commotion was about I saw the BIGGEST BULLFROG I ever saw. How he was transported from down by the pond to Daisy’s water bowl I can’t say for sure, but there he was staring at Daisy as she barked, growled and pawed the porch boards. Then without any warning he leaped up and over Daisy’s head and disappeared into the tall grass, which had to be farther than Mark Twain’s famous Calaveras County’s Notorious Jumping frog ever jumped.
I would have suspected Mr. Black, our mouser extraordinaire, right off except for one thing — the frog was alive!! Mr. Black often will leave a mouse or a snake or some other unfortunate creature laid out on our “Wipe Your Paws” door mat, their lifeless bodies looking for all the world like the friendly undertaker “Digger O’Dell” had prepared them for presentation to their immediate family. I guess we should all be thankful we escaped this encounter without warts Have a great day and God bless.
