Go check it out! I think you’ve started a trend, Cranky!

Thanks to CatBat, this week’s toads are a couple of primadonnas swept right off the runways of Milan and Paris. No garden-variety house toads these.

Watch these two, they will soon be appearing in the nude for a PETA no-fur campaign.

We now resume our regularly scheduled program.

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Cranky manor is in a development built about fifty years ago on a farm known as “Seven Springs Ranch.” It turns out that four of the springs are in my back yard.

The constant dampness has been a pain for trying to maintain a lawn. On the other hand, it has been a blessing to my frog and toad friends.

Being the closet environmentalist that I am, I am building a medium sized pond in my back yard.

The thinking is, if I build it they will come. However, they are not even waiting for it to be built. While laying these stones with Cranky Jr., we counted nine frogs loitering in the water.

If you’ve heard that the worldwide frog population is vanishing, let me inform you that it is not. They’ve all moved to my neighborhood.

More Toad Blogging

Any caption suggestions?

Here are mine:
Say hello to my ‘lil friends.
Meet Michael Moore and Cindy Sheehan.
Preston, Smantix, why so glum?

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Paid for by the federally funded Council for Toad Domestication and Appreciation

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CatBat was kind enough to send along this week’s Toad Blogging entry. This picture, billed as the “tiniest freakin’ toad”, is just adorable.

However, upon closer examination, I grew a little suspicious of this cute wittle fwoggy. Take a close look at CatBat’s hand. The toad does seem small. But…

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Me: [steps into quicksand bog] Mr. Ribbets! Mr. Ribbets! Go tell Ma and Timmy that I need help!

Mr. Ribbets:

Me: [sinking fast] And bring a rope too! Quickly!

Mr. Ribbets:

Me:

Mr. Ribbets:

fin

Note: The part of the Mr. Ribbets was not, in fact, played by a toad. Due to last minute scheduling conflicts the role was filled by a Green Frog.

UPDATE:

We’ve added a category for this new Toad Blogging™ craze. For previous Six Meat Buffet Toad Blogging, visit our Toad Blogging™ category. – Ed.

If you’ve had enough of bloggers posting pictures of the self-centered fur bags known as cats, then you’ve come to the right place.

There is a revolution afoot and it can be summed up in one word; TOADS.

You see patio light, he sees all-night smorgasboard.

This majestic creature has been unfairly associated with the French. Truth is, the toad possesses many noble character traits.

Consider:

• Although toads have been known to eat their young, toads will never threaten your young.
• Toads do not spend inordinate amounts of time obsessing about conspiracy theories. If a toad is somehow responsible for a DoS attack on your site, it will not claim that you are editing out the “raw data”.
• Likewise, you will never see a toad in an insular environment where its petty worldview is reinforced and magnified into a cultlike groupthink. No, the garden-variety toad is thinking globally and eating locally.
• Toads spend their nights searching for insects. They almost never hang out at the cafe smoking crappy clove cigarettes.
• No matter how vile a toad can act, it will take responsibility and not argue that the “wingers are supporting an immoral war, so we can do what we want.”

More toads.

Toad: Food? Food? Food? Food. Food. Food? Danger! Danger! DANGER!

Me: [stops the mower] Whoa, almost ran over you little fella.

Toad: DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!

Me: [scoops up toad]

Toad: DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! [urinates on self and my hand] DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!

Me: [gently places toad in nearby woods]

Toad: DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! Danger. Danger. Danger? … Danger. Danger? Food. Food. Food. Food? Food? Food.

Me: You’re welcome.