The dog was at it again today. This time our wayward German Shepherd decided to terrorize a box turtle. He found one in our yard that apparently had not seen the "Beware of the Dog" sign. That bad doggy was prancing around with a turtle in his mouth, drooling all over it.
"Schultz!" I bellowed. "Drop it!"
He dropped it - right onto the cement patio. Clunk!
"Schultz, get out of here," I said. He walked off a little distance and parked his furry bottom on the ground.
I took a look at the turtle. It was the same one my kids had terrorized last year. Aside from a new scratch mark on his shell, the turtle looked okay.
"Listen, turtle," I said. "You really need to think about relocating. It's going to be another rough summer for you if you don't."
I don't know if he was listening or not. I took that thing out of our fenced yard and put him in the woods. "Okay, buddy," I said. "You're on your own. Next time read the sign!"