So I got up around 2 a.m. to work on my taxes and wandered into the living/work room.
Sitting in the middle of Missy's dog bed was not on Alaskan Malamute but a huge, bug-eyed frog. It just sat there staring at me very calmly.
Of course I freaked out. Panic mode! Someone has turned my princess into a frog!
Ran outside and whew! There she was, sleeping under the moon, my sweet Missy. It was just a frog.
I tiptoed around it gingerly and in the morning it was gone. And my taxes were done.
