It's time for another post about our German Shepherd, Schultz. The dog is a little bit nuts. Now he has an identity problem. Let me tell you about it.
Last night, I made tacos for my family. (Yes, once again, I've deviated from the chicken trend.) Schultz parked himself right next to my son, who is notorious for dropping food scraps on the floor. As expected, the boy lost some of his taco on the first bite. Schultz was right there to lick it up. Afterwards, the dog stuck his huge head on the table, sniffing for more - something he's definitely not supposed to do!
"Schultz," my son said, pushing him out of the way. "You're a German Shepherd, not a Mexican Shepherd! You're supposed to eat sausage and sauerkraut. Not tacos!"