Roey found a huge toad in the flower bed a few weeks ago. We keep rescuing him from Roey and placing him in different beds, but Roey still seems to find him.
The toad is huge! I’ve never seen one this big around here. He must not taste very good either because every time Roey tries to sniff him too closely she jumps back as if she just sniffed something horrid.
He looks so dignified; almost aristocratic in a way. So we named him Mayor Toad of Toadville. 
Jack on the other had could care less of Mayor Toad. If he doesn’t have a UPS logo on him he wants nothing to do with him.
