My eight-year-old son wanted to play with his electric train set. "Mama, will you help me set it up?"
We got the thing put together and ran the train. It went around and around and around. We were mesmerized by it. But then something happened. A certain 100 pound beast named Schultz, tore into the room. (He's our German Shepherd, in case you didn't know.) He skidded to a stop in front of the tracks.
"Don't even think about it, Schultz!" I said.
He lay down and watched the train go in circles. I thought he might actually behave.
I thought wrong. Two seconds later, he pounced - right on the train.
"Schultz!" I yelled.
And then do you know what he did? He grabbed that train in his big old mouth and took off.
"Drop it!" I hollared.
He did, but not before covering it with a nice coat of doggy slime!