I was walking through the woods behind the house the other day and this was sticking up in the leaves - this eye staring up at me from beneath the leaves. Kindof weird that I would bring this thing out with me - but to a few of us in the Edwards family - this is a very special item. It's BUBBA'S FROG! Our old black lab loved this frog. Big Dallas chopped it up accidentally with the riding mower. Bubba seemed dissappointed to find him damaged but still carried that frog around in his mouth. It was not allowed inside and was usally found on the front porch. If it wasn't, all you would have to say is "Bubba, where's your frog?" and he would run off and get it. He seemed to always know where it was. Bubba got old and getting around was tough for him. One day, the frog just dissappeared.
Now that he has been found, he is back on the porch - seemed that is where he belonged.
Welcome home.
