Monday, May 26, 2008

It's......Froggin' time!

It's nights like these that remind why we choose to live by a lake. The sun had set, the sky was beautiful, painted as only God can. From the sounds of their honking, Canada geese were on the fly way down the lake. Closer, a pair of mallards did a very fast fly by. The martins were performing their acrobatics, on the hunt for bugs of which there were plenty over the water. The surface of the water steamed as warm met cool. It was quiet but not. Several families of martins had recently re-possessed their homes, a high apartment house beside the shore, and they were celebrating big time. But there was no human nor car traffic, just the wonderful stillness of Nature and Her sounds.

Spencer, unusually, walked beside me. He's not himself, suffering from an internal bug that's had him down the past four days. Usually, he's well ahead, beside or behind me, racing this way and that. To have him walk beside me is most unusual, poor lad. As the road rounds the corner away from the lake, it crosses a drainage ditch open at either end. This is where frogs be found. Could it be too early? Methinks not. "Frogs, Spencer? Frogs?" He's immediately at the search and is rewarded with one the size of my fist who is not afraid. Watching them nose to nose makes me laugh out loud. The frog jumps, Spencer jumps and the chase is on (Spencer being careful not to step on or bite at his little green buddy but on the scent nonetheless)! We find one more sitting kamikaze-like in the middle of the road. Spencere almost lost interest but then the leap-frogging began.

Despite those moments of fun, once the frog found the ditch, Spence was back to his listless self. He even let me win the race from the corner up to the house - which we all know he can win without the least amount of effort. Yes, my little white curly-haired friend is truly ill but he sits most gracefully awaiting his treat. Most days, this little guy has so much energy his coat can barely contain it; it's worrisome to see him so listless. P and R, his people, took him to the vet today for a shot; let's hope he feels better soon.

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