Meet Fergus. He is my guardian frog. This is a very suitable name for him as I have just learned that such a grand name means 'Great Horse' in Irish mythology. Fergus is quite equian in his amphibious ways. He has been with me for years, always by my front door, making sure to protect me from unwanted solicitors or bugs.
Perhaps you remember
Eddie, my guardian monkey. While he was a fierce protector, I've found that Fergus' style of not throwing poop at Jehovah's Witnesses is way better style. Eddie got pretty hardcore in San Francisco... he heard me talk about all the poop everywhere on the street... ended up getting pretty excited, as monkeys do- and ran off a few times. I can see how all that talk of feces and craziness would be stimulating for a monkey. It was rough for awhile... but luckily we worked it out, and he's a lot calmer now.
I'm thrilled that Fergus is so unrufIfled and collected - definitely not as threatening as Eddie- but still tough. That tongue and ribbit, though... seriously- watch out! .... so he gets front door priority. Don't worry about Eddie though, he has a spot of his own in my kitchen, right by the bananas.
