The boys are in trouble. Which ones? My husband and our 100 pound German Shepherd, Schultz. They were very, very bad!
My husband had the brilliant idea to go to the pet store with Schultz to get him more food. They marched into the store and got the stuff, but instead of just paying and leaving, they decided to do a grand tour of the store. Which took them right to the cat section. The cute little puddy cats were all snuggled in their cubby holes minding their own business. Schultz spied them through the clear glass windows. So did my husband.
"Get the cats, Schultz!" he said.
Schultz was very happy to oblige. He jumped up against the window and barked ferociously at them.
Of course that raucous attracted the attention of the pet store employee who came running to see what the problem was. She flipped her lid. "What do you think you are doing?" she hollered at my husband. "You're traumatizing the cats!"
That didn't faze my husband or the dog. My husband grinned and the dog wagged his tail. They wandered off while the employee tried to soothe the poor, frightened cats.
(I'm absolutely positive that my husband and Schultz are banned from all Petsmart stores across America for that nasty stunt!)