Why I Love My Frog

I was asked today whether I'm a "cat" person or a "dog" person. I am neither! We were recently given a frog. Okay, Lawson actually won the frog in a raffle.
Lawson recently told me that "Mom, I think you love that frog more than me." I gave him a big hug and said "No, I love you so much more than Froggy." He said "No, I mean I think you love that frog more than I do. You can have him." I was so excited.
This is why I love him (or her, I can't tell.)
He doesn't make a sound. He doesn't beg for food or steal it off the kitchen table. And he sure as heck doesn't jump up on the kitchen counters and help himself. He patiently waits for me to drop his food in his aquarium. He happily eats whatever is provided even though it's always the same thing. He never complains, even when his aquarium is dirty. He never scratches on the door to go outside or come inside. He doesn't get fur everywhere. I'm pretty sure he will never get fleas. He doesn't poop or pee all over the place and I've never seen him on my bed. He doesn't chew on shoes or chase cars. He doesn't bite the mailman or jump on children. He doesn't make me feel guilty for not playing with me. I don't have to walk him in the cold, rain, snow or dark. I don't think I'll even have to take him to the vet. I've spent less money on him than I have toilet plungers. I love my frog.