Toad Hunting

Levi here. Is it Schnauzer Saturday yet? Can me blog today? Me can't see the calendar. Moomie has it too high in the air. Me---no---I tried to grab it to bring it down so I can read it but Moomie is a meanie and she won't let me do that. She also says I I I I I I I---not me---has to learn to use proper English. That is SO unfair. Daaady says "me" all the time. "Me coffee." "Me sleep." But Moomie says that's because he had a stroke---whatever that is---and he can't say, "I." Well, maybe me wants to be like Daaady. Levi pours---no---Levi pouts over that. Poopy spelling! I get so confessed confused.

Guess what. We caught another baby toad last night. That makes five that Moomie's put in her Relocation Program. Every night at midnight we go hunting in the dog yard. Moomie takes her flashlight and an empty Starbucks cup and I take my schnauzer instincts---that means I'm a good hunter, Moomie says. I always find them first and me wants to eat them. Me don't want them to grow up BIG so they can eat me someday. They are growing fast! Last week they were dime size. This week they are quarter size. Moomie gets hysterical when I find one. "No, Levi, NO!" she yells. Someday I'm going to get one in my mouth before she gets it in the Starbuck cup.

Me gotta go. Moomie coming.

Smell you later.

Love, Levi

.