I posted a picture of the knot of frogs that inhabits our little pond. That’s what a group of frogs is called. I’m inordinately proud to know that.
I like the frogs.
One night recently, our wonder pup, Chloe, cornered the largest frog who had wandered a few feet away from the safety of the water. I had to intercede and provide the frog with a corridor to safety. There was a hop, a dive, and a splash – all was well. Chloe gave me a glare that screamed; “I don’t know you anymore.”
I like the dog, too.
The frog was being a frog; venturesome and stupid.
The dog was being a dog; a gleeful hunter.
Let them be what they are. Value them for what they are.
Sure they have their limitations, but as frogs and dogs, they’re jes’ fine.
Those limitations however, as charming as they are, are limitations. They prevent me from asking/hiring/electing them to be something other than frogs and dogs. For example, I believe Chloe’s penchant for chasing squirrels would make her unsuitable for driving my car and the frog’s constantly damp condition would render it unwise to assign electrical repair needs to him/her.
Nor would I nominate or elect either of them to be President.
But…as dogs and frogs…I like ‘em jes’ fine.