Mama Don't Go!

My German Shepherd seemed to have some issues this morning.  When I got my coat on, and headed for the door, he marched ahead of me and parked his hundred pound body against the door.

"Schultz, I have to get out of here!"

He looked at me from his prostrate position.  His soulful brown eyes met mine.  "Don't leave," they said.

When it was apparent that he wouldn't move, I turned tail to head for the front door.  He jumped up and got to the door ahead of me.  And guess what he did.  He parked himself in front of that door.

"Now, Schultz, you don't have to be like this.  I'll be back soon.  And Daddy is still here."

He cocked his head and considered what I said.

I went to the back door.  He followed.  I thought he'd try it again, but he didn't.  He let me out.

"Be a good boy, Schultz. I'll be back soon."

He was.  And true to my word, I came back.