Frog water and pigs

Is this close to frog green? I took the beagles for their constitutional a few minutes ago. I had to keep it closer to 3 miles than 4, because it is still very hot out.

It went pretty well. I have rearranged the walk as much as possible to avoid other animals. The frogs are still in the water, but the water has such a scum on it that I don't see them unless something disturbs them. Still, I always stop to look.

While I was scanning for frogs, I saw a baby bunny. I was jumping up and down and pointing (yes, I know dogs are unable to understand a pointing finger) and yelling, "Rabbit! Rabbit!" Sadly, the hounds didn't see it. Maybe it's for the better, since the howling probably would have disturbed the frogs.

Back on the road, down around the corner, past the big church. Down the next street, the one where I almost got run over for not yielding to a car while crossing the street as a pedestrian. Past the school. Then in the next house, I saw a dog in the back yard.

At least, I thought it was a dog. I thought it was a very fat, odd-walking dog. Baby took a sniff, and looked at me in total confusion. She usually barks at other dogs. I started laughing.

It was a pot-bellied pig. My daughter went to school with the girl who lived in that house, where her parents still are. I remember hearing about the pig. It seemed an odd snout for a dog!

Our next adventure was with that same white little dog with the curly tail. Just as the black lab jumps at us from one side of the street and all 3 dogs get to talking loudly, this white thing tends to cross the street and threaten my dogs and me too. Soaking wet, it might weigh 25 lbs. For the first time ever, someone was in the yard with it.

The man appeared to be of middle eastern descent and didn't speak much English, or chose not to. I told him the dog usually crosses the street and follows us. I even was kind enough to leave off the threatening, growling, and teeth baring parts, since he never actually bit us. The guy seemed to think I had no idea what I was talking about, because his dog stayed at the edge of his property. A childrode by on his bike, and then almost got knocked off as the little white thing charged across the street at us. The kid slammed on his brakes. The owner called the dog back.

I turned over my shoulder, "As I was saying, your dog usually chases us down the street." And went home. Giggling.