One of the things on my summer to-do list was to learn how to grill by myself. I figured last Friday was as good of a time as any, so I told my husband that he could teach me and I would grill our dinner.

Well, it didn’t turn out so well, and the reason has nothing to do with burnt food.

It has everything to do with a frog:

And with our dog:

Mr. Bailey decided that he wanted a snack outside while Mommy was learning to grill, so he either bit the frog or came very close. Before I knew it, Bailey’s mouth was foaming like crazy and he was spitting up everywhere. (Sorry for the details.)

I immediately went into panic mode and called the 24-hour emergency animal clinic nearby. They said to bring him in, so we (safely) raced him there.

Luckily, it turned out to be a non-poisonous frog, so a simple shot and lots of love made Bailey feel much better by the time we got home. It definitely was scary, and I know that I will always associate my first grilling experience to frogs and animal hospitals.

I did give the whole grilling experience another chance on Sunday night, and everything went much smoother! But, I think I’m going to let my husband continue to be in charge of the grill, while Bailey and I stay safely inside, away from frogs.

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