These last few days I've been outside weeding in my gardens. It's surprising how quickly a little sunshine and heat can make weeds sprout. My big old German Shepherd likes to help. Mostly by getting in the way.
Today he actually made himself useful. I had been trying to get out a stubborn Locust tree root. It was embedded in my vegetable garden, and for the life of me I could not pull it up. I used all of my weight on that thing. Schultz saw me struggling, so he decided to help.
"Go on, boy," I said. "Pull that thing out."
He went nuts on that root. He tugged and thrashed until the thing was in shreds. I'm not sure if he got it out, but I'm pretty sure that it won't be springing back to life any time soon.
"Thanks, Schultz!" I said.
He wagged his tail. I gave him a treat. Turns out the hundred pound varmint is useful, after all!