"Schultz! Stop it right now! I don't like what you're doing!" These were the words of my seven-year-old son to our 16 month old German Shepherd.
"What's the varmint doing?" I asked.
"He's trying to bite my hand and eat my toy."
"Tell him to sit and drop it."
"I did. And he didn't listen."
I scowled at the dog. "Schultz, sit."
"Next time, I'm going to try speaking dog," my son said. "Maybe he just doesn't understand my English."
"And how would you speak dog?" I asked.
"Like this: Woof...Woof...Woof, woof, woof, woof!"
Schultz cocked his head.
"See, he's listening. He understands!"