Monthly Archives: May 2009

Quick note

Spent hours at the emergency vet’s, spent a fortune and will be taking Patty to our regular vet tomorrow.

Patty isn’t feeling well

 

     Little Miss Patty is under the weather so I am busy tonight keeping an eye on her.  Poor thing has a nasty tummy thing going on.  I hate it when my pups get sick.

     I’ll be back tomorrow.

The conference date is getting closer fast!

 

     I’m getting ready to pack my bags and head out to my writers’ conference in two weeks.  I have to put together the things I’ve collected to put in the baskets that my conference roommate and I donate to the auction.  At least one of our baskets will be loaded with paperback mysteries from my bookcases.  They needed a purging.  The books are by a huge variety of authors, are in good shape, and ready to pass along to someone else who will enjoy them. 

     Then there’s the Red Hat basket.  For a short time, I belonged to a Red Hat group.  However, they leaned to activities that were too pricey for me.  They also liked to eat out a lot and that isn’t in my budget.  Therefore, there are many Red Hat items going into another basket that some happy Red Hatter will win.

     Heavens, I really need to get all that stuff together because before I know it we’ll be packing my friend’s car and heading to Pittsburgh.  Yep, sounds like a good project to start tomorrow, I’d better write myself a note.

Bullfrogs scream like little girls.

 

Screaming frog

Screaming frog

     I keep hoping to hear our frogs croaking a web footed chorus but as of yet they haven’t.  We have no Michigan J. Frogs out there.  However, they do scream when surprised.  Normally it’s just a quick little “ACK” when they hop into the pond as we approach.

     This evening I was rambling around the yard when a sudden scream and a wild scramble at my feet startled me.  The next thing I heard was a loud thud when the poor creature ran into the side of the garden shed.  I had to find out what the creature was and whether or not it had dashed its brains out.  I cautiously approached the corner of shed, flashlight in hand, and tried to peer into the jumble of ferns and chocolate vines.  Whatever it was, screamed, and slammed into the shed again.  I moved back and then approached from a different angle.

     Finally, I caught sight of the creature.  One of my larger bullfrogs cowered in the spot of light for a second, then it screamed like a little girl, and bashed into the side of the shed again.  They aren’t the brightest lights in the harbor.