Last night I took Max out to do his business, and he was well into his sniffing routine when he discovered that another creature was there, too. That spooked him, and he backed up, then inched forward trying to determine exactly what creature this was. Mr. Toad endured all this unwanted attention and then jumped to a slightly different location. Max nearly jumped out of his skin, and his jump was straight up. Our neighbor Clayton started to laugh at the antics and started encouraging Max to investigate Mr. Toad some more. It was a picture of three cautious steps forward, movement by Mr. Toad, and more spooked Max. Clayton would encourage Max to investigate, and so it went. Any thoughts of getting down to business were gone. Max decided that barking would get Mr. Toad to move, but it was only a partially successful strategy. What a funny scene.
Early this morning Max and I went outside for his first morning constitutional and almost immediately ran into Mr. Toad. This time Max was more secure and decided to nose Mr. Toad, which caused him to hop away followed by a much more decisive dog. Finally, Mr. Toad hopped under Clayton's car, and Max was dragged off by me to get finished with his morning business. I wonder what he will do with the next creature that crosses his path. Happy travels.
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