It was not I who was hauling my violin today. It was my dog. Yes. The giant fur ball got in trouble again.
I was washing dishes in the kitchen, when I heard a strange noise coming from the front room. I dried my hands and went to investigate. What do you think I saw?
That doggone German Shepherd had the shoulder strap of my violin case in his slobbery jowels and was dragging the case across the floor. And yes, my violin was inside.
"Schultz!" I bellowed.
He knew he was in trouble. He dropped that case and took off like a speeding train. But I wasn't done with him!
"How dare you mess with my violin!" I hollared at the beast. "Down!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He knew I was mad. He ran around in a circle and plopped down on the ground.
Then the daddy came out of the office. Oh boy! It's bad when both the mommy and the daddy are mad!
Let's just say that stinkin' varmint probably won't be messing with my violin any time soon! And I'm going to write a letter to Santa telling him that that stupid dog didn't deserve the bone he got in his stocking. It should've been a dump truck load of coal!