The other day our girl let Stella & I out into the yard to take our top o' the morning whiz, but had to run back inside to grab the phone. When she came back out she couldn't find us until she investigated a little. She did not know Stella & I had found a GooberToad, and that we had him cornered behind the garden shed.
After I coaxed him out from behind the shed we spent some time getting to know one another. Stella & I named him Tito (we love the Jackson 5 ~ what can we say ~ and Germaine just didn't fit him, ya know?).
We kept trying to pick him up but we couldn't get him into our mouths because, evidently, Tito excretes something that makes us doggies drool big heaping piles of bubbly goober juice. So there sits Tito all calm & happy, covered in goober slime, and we can't pick him up no matter how hard we try.
MAN! That Tito is sly, I tell ya! (See him in action below? He's actually FLYING! I'm so stunned I can only stare in amazement.)
Goober love & toadly smooches,