My friends' house in Coominya is emerald tree frog heaven. At night they appear on the veranda, and, when it's been raining, the numbers are huge.
The frogs and dogs ignore each other, but I like to pick them up and feed them the moths and bugs we find.
I called her a dog, but you have to understand that there are eight to ten dogs out there with us. (Eight to ten because the little JRTs make good use of the dog door, which is a smidge too small for the greyhounds.) Frog dog. Tomayto tomahto.