"Mom, the picnic table is knocked over and the umbrella is in pieces!" my nine-year-old daughter announced, looking out the window.
"Uh oh," I said. I walked over to the French doors and looked out. The table was indeed on its side. The chairs were knocked over, and the umbrella was most definitely in pieces. The culprit? Our wonderful German Shepherd "puppy."
He ran to to farthest corner of the backyard. He knew he was in serious trouble. I grabbed the dog by his scruff and hauled him to his crate.
I think it's time for the shock collar!