We haven't had a story about Schultz, my hundred pound German Shepherd, for a while. He's been rather mellow, lately. Not today.
Today, I had a blasting headache, and wasn't feeling too good. So I did something a little out of the ordinary. I lay down on the sofa to rest. Schultz came over, sat down, and stared at me. I closed my eyes and ignored him. What did he do? He got up and sniffed me. His big, wet nose was about an inch from my face.
"Schultz, leave me alone," I said.
He gave my cheek a lick with his big, pink tongue.
I turned my head. "Go away!"
He stared at me for about five seconds and then went over to his bowl of water. Slurp, slurp, slurp! I knew what was coming next.
Two seconds later, he was standing over me, water dripping off his enormous jowls onto my face.
"Schultz!" I bellowed, bolting upright. "What the heck?"
I got up and gave him my mean mommy look.
He gave me one of his silly grins, with his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth. He was obviously quite pleased with himself.
I shook my head. "Thanks, Doctor Dog. I'm standing upright, again. You fixed me!"
He wagged his tail and trotted off.