Last night Hayu wouldn’t come when I called him. He was down on the dock, just standing there.
Hmmm, something’s up.
I walked down and looked at his incomprehending eyes. Damn. I know that look. This is really, really bad.
He couldn’t walk up the stairs. I carried him up and put him on the couch. He collapsed. He couldn’t raise his head.
He shuddered. He grew still.
He’s gonna die. Way too small for this.
I spent the night stroking his head, he had no idea I was even there. Certainly halucinating his ass off.
Twelve hours later he started to recover.
Now he is fine.
People in Bocas are very surprised that such a little dog survived an encounter with a cane toad.
Jonathan Allen LaFleur