Last night, a block party was going on in front of my house. Astrid was coming to pick me up so we could go out for ice cream. I told her to meet me at the end of my street. As I was waiting for her car to pull up, I spotted this poor toy frog. I wished that I had brought my camera. This morning, Ginger (my dog) and I walked down the street. I photographed, she pulled on the leash to cross the street. Pinky the Pomeranian came by and barked at Ginger like he wanted to rip her to pieces. He neglected to notice that he (minus the poofy hair) is just about the size of her head (she does not have poofy hair). That explains the picture.
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Poor frog.
At first, I thought the frog was real--and I thought you and Astrid went to some tropical jungle where they had red frogs--this one happens to be amputated and dead. But I like your story better--it makes more sense. The story of Ginger and Pinky sounds like a potentially fun kids book.
You've actually got me thinking, Chris! About the kids book. Apparently, now that I think about it, Ginger's life is pretty interesting.
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