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My Yorkie Boo-Kee was the ultimate hunter. I have been challenged since we moved to the "country" over 2 years ago trying to keep him away from all the critters out here. First it was the scorpions; then the gophers, prairie dogs, and rabbits; and finally the frogs. He actually alerted me every time he found a scorpion in the house, which I very much appreciated. We were also treating him for valley fever, which I believed was caused from his constant digging for gophers. Seven years ago my husband gave him to be as a birthday gift, and he was the best birthday gift I ever received. He was my fierce protector and always under my feet no matter where I was. He had at least a half dozen encounters with these frogs I asked about in a CWT post in the past and each time I was lucky enough to be able to wash his mouth out in the kitchen sink and he would have some reactions, but ultimately he would be okay. We have relocated many of these frogs, moved our dog water dish up on a bench so they wouldn't use it as a bath, cut the weeds, etc. I attempted for awhile to go out with a flash light and search for the frogs prior to letting my dogs out, but our backyard is over an acre and this I found to be a very time consuming task. Yesterday morning at 5 am he apparently tasted too much of one of the frogs because within a couple minutes of coming back inside he was having convulsions. For 45 minutes I held him hoping he would make it. He died twice in my arms and kept coming back. He had the spirit of a lion all compacted into his 14-pound body. In the past I have never considered it a possibility to put my own animal down, but during this ordeal the thought crossed my mind, but ultimately I gave him the opportunity to survive if he could. The 3rd time he stopped breathing was the end. He fought a good fight. My heart is sad. My Boo-Kee was one of a kind and will be greatly missed.