It's been a while since we've had a Schultz story. For those who don't know Schultz, he is our hundred pound German Shepherd. He's been pretty tame, lately. But today, he decided to cause a little mischief.
I was outside, paying attention to the cat (yes, the killer one who dissects frogs and other small creatures). I figured that maybe he needed some love, because the killing was getting a little out of control. So I sat on the deck with the cat in my lap, petting the furry thing, and scratching under his chin, which he really likes.
Schultz stood inside, watching me do this, clearly not pleased that I was giving the cat more attention than him. After a while, he walked away from the window. I figured he'd probably go find a spot to lay down and take a nap. But no.
About fifteen minutes later, I heard a clunk in the kitchen. Since there was nobody else home, I figured it had something to do with the dog. I put the cat down and went inside to investigate. At first I didn't notice anything. Then I saw that a cupboard was open. The one that contained Schultz's dog food and treats. I didn't see anything on the floor, so I closed the cupboard. Then I turned around. That's when I saw it.
Schultz was lying on the ground in the family room with something between his paws. I walked over to investigate. Do you know what he had? A knuckle bone, still partially wrapped in plastic! He had opened the cupboard, rummaged through a small Rubbermaid container, found the bone, taken it out, and removed some of the plastic. There he was, happily gnawing away.
"Schultz!" I said. "I didn't give you permission to get that bone!"
He cocked his head and looked at me.
I took the bone from him and removed the rest of the plastic. "Now listen, dog. You can't just have things for free. You have to work for them." I gave him some commands.
He shook my hand.
I gave him his bone back. He took that thing in his giant mouth and retreated to the basement where he could gnaw in peace. What a creature!