In case you haven't figured it out, our hundred pound German Shepherd, Schultz, is a little bit crazy. I think I mentioned a while ago, that he likes chasing the light from a flashlight around the yard in the dark. He begs to do it every night. So we let him go out, and run him until he can barely stand. I know it sounds like torture, but he loves it!
Last night, he had two runs. At dusk he started begging, so I took him out. We did it for ten minutes, and then I brought him in. Apparently, that wasn't enough. When it was completely dark, he begged again. We took him out and ran him at top speed for a full twenty five minutes! I was exhausted just watching him sprint that long!
He could barely walk into the house. He took two steps and plopped down. We filled his water bowl and put it down in its spot. He got up, walked another two steps and lay down. He looked up with his soulful brown eyes.
"What's the matter, Schultz? Are you finally worn out?" I asked.
He got up again and made it to his water bowl. He lay down, stuck his face in his bowl, and let his tongue hang in the water. He was too tired to drink! Poor Schultz.
That's what I call dog tired!