Frog Season

AKA Spring at our house. There is a creek that runs behind our back fence, about 100 yards, or so. And of course this time of year the frogs are getting out and about and hopping all over the place. Well, some of these little guys must have death wishes, because for some reason they decide to make the suicide mission across our yard, in which nearly all small creatures parish at the teeth of my two miniature pinschers. They are serious hunters of small game, they were breed originally to be "ratters" so they take all vermin in their space very seriously. Also, Oliver and Mandy are dumb. Frogs have that stuff on them that is supposed to make them taste awful as a protection against predators (aka, my dogs) but they don't seem to mind it. They will come tearing in the house, foaming at the mouth, run to get a big drink of water, rub their faces on the carpet, then dash back our to taunt/harass/torture frogs. So, little froggies hopping all over my house is a common sighting this time of year, until like August...ugh.