My dog (I think it's needless to say that I suck at names or titles) Puf, Puf, Puf. That is the sounds that describes my dog the best, the sound of her wagging tail. Whenever anybody approaches her regardless of where that person is going her tail wagges three times and she lays on the floor with her belly displayed ready to receive a warm hand that will pet her. After a long day of being out when I get home I hear her waiting for me. She barks, and run, and scratches the door impatiently. When I open it she can't wait and pushes the door with her head trying to find me. In this cases at the slightest touch she slumps in the floor and stretches her short frame, licking everything that comes near her snout. Toads. Despite her amiable attitude she is far from perfect. Toads and frogs are her most despicable weakness. Everytime I look back into their first encounter a smile spread across my face, my mother still claims she had no way of knowing, yet she should have known better Juana is like a daughter to her. It started on a summer evening ten months ago (I don't remember when I'll admit, but ten months seems like a fair amount of time) I was looking something on the computer as it is usually the case, and my mother was outside with Juana. She was saying that for the frogs that were out a storm would be near to strike. After several minutes I barely heard my mom saying "Come here Juana, look at this" and then, she cried "JUANA! NOO!!" after that I saw Juana enter the house, her eyes more bright and open than I ever thought possible, and in her mouth there was a toad with its legs stiffen as a defense mechanism. I must admit that although the situation could have turned out extremely different my first reaction was laugh, and in great volume. Nevertheless, along with my mother we chased Juana to my room and were able to rescue it, no without a fight I shall add. Unfortunately she now knows everything there is to know about them, including when and how to find them. It's a nightmare when it rains because we have to let her go outside so she can do her business, but instead of taking that opportunity to do so, she waste it by chasing frogs and toads, after which she returns with her eyes red and a thick saliva of which she can not get ride of.