He comes back in the door 10 or 15 minutes later and I notice that he has something in his mouth- Lemmy that is, not David. It's this oddly shaped thing, black and squished looking. I go to pull it out of his mouth and the second my hand touches it horror and revulsion washes over me. "IT'S THE DEAD FROG!!!" I scream to no one in particular. "GET IT OUT DAVID!! GET IT OUT!!" I go on like a loon.

Well, we have frogs that live in the woods behind out house. My husband squished one one day pulling out to go to work (sad for the little frog). O.k. sad, but totally gross too. We kinda kicked it to the side of the driveway and forgot about it. Apparently it dried out over the next few days and Lemmy the Wonder Nose found it and apparently liked the taste of frog jerky.

Now Lemmy has this horrible revolting thing clamped down in his jaws to save his life. David grabs some paper towel and tries to get it out. Now picture two grown adults leaning over this 15 pound dog and wrestling with him in a skeeved out fashion, trying to get the damn thing to open his mouth without actually touching him. Sigh...

Eventually David got the frog out and we all had a good laugh (after obsessively washing our hands)