Last night, this happened:
I got a few comments in the morning wondering about the details – I love my dog, but I think this small chart I whipped up does a lot of the explaining:
Once I’d waved Mina off the frog – who, for some reason, had decided the pond was too full, and had relocated into our porch instead – the tiny amphibian attempted to make his escape.
With a mighty leap, it found a perfect hiding place to wedge itself into: between the door and the jamb.
“What do you think you’re doing!?” I asked
“Erp,” it replied, staring at me with its stupid amphibian eyes.
It took my still half-asleep brain a few moments to summon my “No, seriously.” voice to send the dog away – a few moments that mostly consisted of me trying to balance keeping the door open and keeping the dog back, all while being dive bombed by Mothra’s cousins.