Princess

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.