There was a Frog on My Pillow

There was a frog on my pillow, and I didn’t put it there. If you look closely at the picture, you can tell that it is a frog, or at least what remains of a frog. I’m reminded of this incident because the frog has reappeared and is again the favored toy. Now he has us throwing it to him like a ball that he fetches. It is a precious toy. Below is the story as I ran it last year. 

“A couple of days ago I walked into my room after breakfast to get ready to take Smarty, my dog,  to the dog park and saw something on the pillow. Since I didn’t put it there, and I couldn’t see exactly what it was,  I went closer. I had to laugh when I realized it was the frog that Kevin and Gina gave Smarty for Christmas. Of course I eft it there to see what he would do with it, and it’s still there.

This is so special.


Because he loves this frog. He played with it all day after we came home from Christmas morning’s unwrapping of gifts and breakfast. The following day, he played with it all day and took it up on the couch with him when he napped.  He napped with one paw on it like he was protecting it from danger or guarding it against theft.

He played with it until all the green stuffing was out of it and scattered all over the floor. I found the squeaker in the closet where the last bit of stuffing was found. And,  then, devoid of stuffing and squeaker, he carried it around in his mouth when he moved from place to place.

And then I found the frog on my pillow.

It would be nice if I knew exactly what his motivation was and why he put it there—and why he has left it there.

It seems to me that he has given me the gift of something he has loved the most. Maybe he thinks I’ll put new stuffing in it. Or perhaps he thinks I’ll somehow fix it. He may just want me to know that’s he’s giving to me his most prized possession because he loves me and knows how much I love him, too.

I will never really know.

But it made me think about a lot of different things.

It made me  even more thankful for this beautiful little critter I call “my dog.” Because of him, I’m in many ways younger than I was almost six years ago when I brought him home from PetSmart’s rescue kennel. Now I walk at least a mile and a half every day—and am ready to “up it” to two miles—while he plays at the dog park (and this forces me out of the house). Before I got Smarty, I sat at the computer all day and got tired just by going to the supermarket.

Because of him, I am meeting new friends wherever I go.  You see,  everybody wants to stop and pet him when we’re out and about. He’s excellent company and never gets upset by what I say or do. He a comedian and makes me laugh at his unexpected and entertaining antics. And when I’m sad, he somehow knows and snuggles up to me as if to say, “It’s alright. You’re gonna be o.k. I love you.” At least that’s how he makes me feel.

He is teaching me

I somehow think I’m learning from him how to be a better person.

It makes me wonder, too, why we humans can’t be as thoughtful and as loving to each other. I wonder how anyone can hurt something as precious as an animal that has nothing but love for them.

We talk a lot about unconditional love, but few of us with two legs know how to either give or receive it. My little four legged friend is trying to teach me something about that. I hope I’m not too old to learn it.

And so, I have a frog on my pillow, and I didn’t put it there.

But I will leave it there to remind me that there is such a thing as unconditional love.’

About the Author

Irene Conlan has a master’s degree in nursing. She taught nursing at Arizona State University, served as Director of Nursing Administration at St. Luke’s Hospital and Medical Center in Phoenix and served as Assistant Director of the Arizona Department of Health Services for the Division of Health Care Facilities and Emergency Medical Services.  Now retired, she is an avid blogger and manages The Self Improvement Blog and hosts The Self Improvement Radio Show on VoiceAmerica. Irene lives in Fountain Hills, AZ  and has two sons and four grandsons. ©December 2015


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