Come downstairs in the morning. Take a peek. What am I peeking at? you might ask. Well, it's Edward. (Eward Cullen to be exact.) Edward the new pet frog. I look through the glass bowl to see if he's still alive. Oops. I guess I shouldn't have traded the ugly florescent rocks for pretty blue and green marbles. All I see are two tiny froggy feet sticking up from a marble crevice. I tap on the glass to see if he'll move. Oh no! He didn't move! I jostle the bowl a bit to make sure he's alive and swimming. I wake him from his deep slumber. Small inner sigh of relief...good. He's alive. Now I can go make breakfast.
What?! I'm acting like I have a new baby in the house. I use to always nudge my sleeping babies if I couldn't determine by just looking if they were alive. Now I'm doing the same to a frog.
Eddie asked if the frog is still alive by November, can we get a dog. He thinks that if the frog survives this long, then they are ready to take care of a more serious pet. I keep saying no, because I know that I AM NOT A PET LOVER. PERIOD.
This is what I said out loud to Chris this morning.
Me: "I think the frog actually likes to hide between the marbles and shells."
This is what I said to myself.
Me: "That's so cute."
4 comments:
Ah-- the froggy is going to make you all gushy. I'll be expecting frequent froggy updates.
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I'm not a pet person either. Although I would like to get a dog so I don't have to sweep the kitchen. Congratulations on warming up to the Edward!
where is edward cullen?
Jayne I do the same thing with our lizard....and I am not a pet lover either!
I am glad your frog was okay! I think it would be so sad to come in and see they have passed away...yes I said passed away instead of died.
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