How do I know, you may ask? Because I could tell from what was left of a webbed back leg on my lawn that we definitely had a (former) frog on our hands.
I am sure Roxy (our Husky) has been hunting the frog for some time. It was a beauty too, (at least the part I could still see). After I scraped if off the lawn and put it in the trash, I was able to admire how fat (now flat) and colorful (now covered in dirt) this handsome (and smelly) frog once was. My chest swelled with pride (and so did my nostrils from the stink cloud).
As I measure my success in biodiversity, dead or not this frog represents a special first. Over six and a half years, and we are still new getting surprises.
If there is one, there are more. And I am hoping this is the start of a new froggy trend. Next they just need to learn how to avoid the wolves (Huskies).