I came home last night from teaching, and saw something very strange. My daughter was holding a jar of peanut butter in one hand, and a spoon loaded with the nutty stuff in the other. The spoon was being licked by none other than our hundred pound German Shepherd, Schultz.
"What's going on here?" I asked. I couldn't believe he was being fed peanut butter right out of the jar.
"Schultz got hurt, and I'm trying to make him feel better," my daughter said.
"Exactly what happened?" I asked. I had a feeling this was going to be good.
"Bubba (my son) was stomping around the house, not paying attention. Schultz was lying down in the stair landing in the dark, having a nap, and Bubba stomped on him. Poor Schultzy yiped really loud!"
I could just imagine.
My daughter continued. "So we gave Schultzy lots of ice cubes and peanut butter, so he knows we still love him."
I'm happy to report that Schultz has suffered no lasting effects from his meeting with Bubba's foot. Let's hope it doesn't happen, again, because I don't want to have to keep buying new jars of peanut butter!