Early this morning--it was still dark--I was called upon to rescue one of the toads. The big dogs were out on the patio playing and Mr. Toad was right in the middle of their rocking and rolling all over the concrete. I had to dash in between thrashing legs and rolling Belgians and Samoyeds. I grabbed the toad and took him off to safe place on the rocks.
But wouldn't you know it--within five minutes the stupid toad was back on the concrete looking to get squashed!