The keenest hound in the Adirondacks?

My family adopted a hound-mutt a few years ago from the Humane Society shelter in Saranac Lake.

Sara the Dog was famous for a while for scouring garbage cans in Lake Placid. Now she’s a wonderful, gray-muzzled part of our clan.

She is not, however, particularly keen.

She loves rambling with me in the woods, but she’s oblivious to wildlife: deer, squirrels, rabbits, they just don’t register.

With the exception of one very nasty porcupine, her nose is set on “garbage can” and not “critters.”

But last week Sara took obliviousness to new heights.

We were sitting down on our creek when she flopped in the tall grass and stretched out to snooze.

I looked over and saw an enormous toad sitting on her face. I mean ON her face — not an inch from her eye.

I’m not entirely sure how it got there, but it seemed perfectly content. Sara never noticed.

A good half-minute later, she pawed lazily at a deer fly and the toad hopped away.

Sara still didn’t notice.

But rattle a potato chip bag half a mile away? That dog is on it.