Frankie

Well, he's sort of a pet? Does it count if the critter adopts you rather than the other way around? We named him Frankie. Frankie the frog. A very large bullfrog. And Frankie decided that his natural habitat would include our swimming pool.

I like frogs. They are quite cute and interesting to look at, but I was also not the type of girl that would put one in her pocket. What I really don't like is frog poop, or poop of any kind for that matter. As we all know, a natural habitat will come with the excrement of its inhabitants and consequently, our white pool steps were becoming stained the color of brown, and plagued by bacteria, much to my dismay.

So we kept coaxing Frankie each day, a little further and further away from our pool, and each morning, he was back like clockwork, ready to do his business, an artist in his own right.

This is the part of the story that is harder to admit than decorative poop floating in my swimming pool. My husband decided to take Frankie further than he ever had, about five hundred feet away, pretty close to another neighbor's swimming pool. He really is neighborly, for the most part and I do believe he had no malicious intent. Or did he? If he was a bad person, he might have had Frankie meet an early demise. Right? Well, either way, no surprise, the next time we saw our neighbor she said, "There is this big bullfrog floating in my pool every morning. Are there any in your pool?"

"Nope." Said my husband, matter of factly.