No, there’s not another furry member of our family.
Nope, he’s not an inanimate best friend like Teddy either.
is a toad.
And he’s not just any toad. He’s Emmett’s toad.
Do you remember when we first moved into the house and I was super nervous because we heard the story on NPR about the dog who became addicted to licking toads?
I’m not sure if that’s what’s going on here or not, but here’s the story:
As the weather got nicer, John and I started spending our evenings reading on the patio while the dogs played or napped in the yard. We noticed Emmett fixating on the pond around dusk. He did it several nights in a row, and finally we spotted the cause of Emmett’s obsession: a Coastal Plain toad.
So we started to joke that this toad was Emmett’s pet named Harris. We’d let the boys out, Em would dash to the pond, and we’d joke, “Here, boy! Come here, Harris!”
Which evolved into jokes about Emmett training Harris. “Sit, Harris! Speak, Harris!”
(This pic isn’t good… had to use the flash plus a flashlight, but can you see all the glowing dots in the pond? Those are eyes of the dozen or so Harrises (?) living in that pond!)
All that was fine until…
While I was at BlogPaws, John reported that Emmett did his usual dash to the pond, but then he did something completely bizarre. He stuck his snout into the pond and picked up Harris!
He deposited him into the grass, then proceeded to sit and stare at him.
John thought it was hilarious, but he picked Harris up and put him back in the pond, you know, for Harris’ safety.
Then Emmett did it again the next night.
And the next.
And the next.
He runs out, sticks his snout under the water, picks up Harris in his mouth, and sets him in the grass. I saw him do it last night. It’s bizarre.
I’m throwing this open to you guys: Is he going for the secretions and getting drugged? Does he, like we joked, think of Harris as his pet? Is he just interested in this weird hoppy thing? What the heck is going on here??