Schultz thinks sprinklers are evil. (For those of you who don't know, Schultz is our devious hundred pound German Shepherd.) Every time the sprinkler system goes on, he has to launch an attack.
Yesterday was the biggest battle of all. About seven sprinkler heads popped out of the ground and began shooting jets of water all over the grass and gardens. Schultz didn't like that one bit. He charged on those sprinklers and tried to bite the water that was coming out. Of course he ended up with a wet face. Apparently, he didn't like having a wet face, because he rolled on the ground, trying to get the water off.
The sprinklers wouldn't let up. While he was rolling, they doused him with more water. Which made him even madder. He got up, ran as fast as he could to the nearest sprinkler head, and ripped it out of the ground. Then he chomped on it. Until it was dead.
I won't tell you what my husband said about the whole thing. But I will say that Schultz will not be allowed anywhere near sprinklers from now on!