Some years ago, our family expanded to include a
one-year-old Siberian husky named Princess Misha. Like all Siberian
huskies, Misha had an innate love of the outdoors, and of course, the
cooler the better. She would lie curled up in a ball on top of a
snowdrift on the coldest of winter days with her tail flicked over her
only vulnerable spot -- her nose. When fresh snow fell, she
would lay so still that she soon disappeared under a blanket of snow and
became a part of the landscape. Every so often, she stood up, shook off,
turned in a few circles, and then laid back down to keep watch over her
domain.
On warm summer days, she found the coolest corner in the
house and spent her days napping. Then after her nightly walk, she'd
spend the rest of the evening stretched out on the cool cement of the
front patio. All through the hot summers and into the fall, this was her
nightly ritual.
One summer evening, as we sat out on the front patio
relishing a late-evening breeze, we saw a small toad hop out of the
grass, then down the sidewalk to a few feet away from where Misha was
lying. Suddenly Misha stood up, walked over to the toad, picked it up in
her mouth and then walked back to her resting place and lay back down.
She then put her chin down on the walk, opened her mouth and let the
toad hop out while we watched in astonishment. The toad sat there in
front of Misha's eyes, the two seeming to stare at one another for some
time. Then the toad hopped down the walk and back into the grass.
On other nights that summer, we noticed this same
ritual. We commented on the fact that Misha seemed to have a fondness
for toads. We worried because some toads can be poisonous, but since she
never experienced any ill effect and never hurt them, we didn't
interfere. If she spotted a toad in the street on one of her walks, she
would actually run over to it and nudge it with her nose till it had
safely hopped off the street and back on to the grass, out of harm's
way.
The following summer was the same. Misha enjoyed cooling
off by lying out on the front patio after nightfall. Many times, we
noticed a toad within inches of her face. At other times, we watched as
she walked into the grass and came back to her resting spot with a toad
in her mouth, only to release it. The toads always stayed near her for
some time before hopping off into the night. The only difference from
the previous summer was that she spent more nights in this manner, and
the toads were bigger. A toad always seemed to be close at hand.
One night early in the third summer, after letting Misha
out, we watched as a large toad hopped out of the grass and over to her,
stopping inches in front of her. Misha gently laid her head down so that
her nose almost touched the toad. That was when it finally dawned on us
-- perhaps there was just one toad! Could Misha have shared the past
three summers with the same toad? We called a local wildlife expert who
told us that toads can live three to six years, so it was entirely
possible. Somehow these two unlikely companions had formed a bond. At
first it seemed so strange to us. But then we realized we were very
different from Misha too, but the love between us seemed completely
natural. If she could love us, we marveled, why not a toad?
I have to share this, it's lovely.
Misha had a minor operation that summer, and we kept her
indoors for a while afterwards to recuperate. Each night she went to the
front door and asked to be let out, but we didn't let her. Instead,
leash in hand, we took her for short walks. One evening a few days
later, I went to the front door to turn on the porch light for guests we
were expecting. When the light came on illuminating the front stoop,
there, to my utter amazement, sat Toad (as we came to call him), staring
up at me through the screen door! He had hopped up the three steps from
the patio, and we supposed he was looking for Misha. Such devotion could
not be denied. We let Misha out to be with her pal. She immediately
picked the toad up in her mouth and took it down the steps where she and
Toad stayed nose to nose until we brought her in for the night. After
that, if Misha didn't come out soon enough, Toad frequently came to the
door to get her. We made sure that the porch light was turned on before
dark and posted a big sign on the porch, "Please don't step on the
toad!"
We often laughed about the incongruous friendship --
they did make a comical sight, gazing into each other's eyes. But their
devotion sometimes made me wonder if I should regard them so lightly.
Maybe it was more than just friendship. Maybe in her stalwart toad,
Princess Misha had found her Prince Charming.
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