In Georgetown I sat down to pee. Eye to eye with this little one inch long tree frog. He was so cute and scared and trying to blend in and be invisible. We are not sure how he got in but the screen in the head porthole was open a bit and he snuck in but where from who knows?
We caught him and let him go up in the bushes next to the water but caught this pic before we did...........
So it comes full circle again. One day while staying in Middleburg on a Bad Girls Tour at a TB training barn (pool to swim the horses) and there was a very quiet guy there....barely said a word to us until one day when Carla had the dressing room door to her trailer open and there hung a frog bottle opener. Kind of a long fancy one on lanyard if I remember correctly. After a minute he came over and in a cute little Irish lilt said......."I see your frog there...and what's it for?"
So THEN John and Carla got this funky looking white African something or other frog who lived in a cool coffee table aquarium. His name was Frank. Frank was just kind of funky looking and didnt do much except look wierd. Well one day they got Frank a MRS. Frank and guess what Frank did? He started SINGING. Carla and John were as surprised as could be but loved that he was so happy and said to Frank "Sing frog SING!"