You may recall that I took my son to a baseball game a few days ago. While we were there, we got one of those foam hands with the finger pointing up that says, "Number One Fan." My son loved this thing. Apparently, our hundred pound German Shepherd, Schultz, loved it, too. Because yesterday we found it on the ground, looking a little chewed up.
"Schultz!" my son yelled. "Bad dog!"
Schultz gave Bubba a melancholy look and slinked off to the corner where he plopped down on the ground for a self-imposed time out.
I guess he just couldn't resist the smell of barbecue chicken wings and cotton candy! (See previous post regarding Mister Sticky Fingers for that story.)