A friend asked me to document things in a blog. I remembered that I have a blog, and that it's been a long time since I posted anything on it. So!
While I was in the pool at our vacation condo on South Padre Island, my friends and I saw a teeny tiny frog hopping about on the concrete. Someone drunk decided it would be fun to pick him up and put him in the pool, but we eventually talked whoever it was out of it. Chlorine is probably bad for teeny fwoggies. That incident reminded me of home, where I have not only my Maizieface, but also a new pet that is not really a pet but more of an observational delight.
About a month ago, I met a little frog. I named him Mr. Blorpy. My dog probably wants to eat him, but for now she just sniffs at him a little. Mr. Blorpy would, if I picked him up, fit easily in the palm of my hand. Of course, it's not like he'd stay still long enough for me to catch him, but maybe I can trick him into my hand with a food of some sort. Well no, that wouldn't work either...he has that sticky tongue thing.
Anyway, the first time I saw my darling Mr. Blorpy was in the stairwell where I take Maizieface out for walkies. He was right at the foot of the stairs looking up at me. It was 6 am so I just stood there on the stairs and looked at it for a while. Maizie was already at the door, having jumped right over froggieface, and when she realized I wasn't opening the door for her, she turned and looked at the stairs. "HEY LOOK! A THING TO SNIFF!"
So I hopped over the hoppyfrog and pulled Maizie out the door before she could eat him. Poor little guy...he'll die in that stairway, but I'm not going to touch a frog. I don't know where he's been!
I kind of forgot about him for awhile, because I tend to do that, but then a little later I saw him again! This time he was sitting in front of the door and tried to hop inside when I opened it to go out with Maizie. She didn't see it, but I did! I tried to block him from coming in, because, I mean, he is a frog and does not need to be in the building, but he blorped on in anyway. I used my feets to blorp him back the other way and shut the door before he could try to get in again. Maizie came back and snurffled at him again, but he hopped into the grass and disappeared. I see him from time to time, sitting there on the sidewalk, but he hasn't been back to the door. There is no shortage of bugs for him to eat, no shortage of water, and plenty of bushes for him to hide in, so I expect my darling Blorpy Mc Blorperson will be around for a long time. Here's to you Mr. Blorpy. I love you.
Therefore, I would like to start a mildness campaign. Let us all be mildly happy. Stupidly happy people can give some of their happy to the unhappies and solve all our problems! Yaaaaay milditude! Oh no! My expression of milditudinous joy may be interpreted as ridiculous happiness. The mildpolice will get me!
