Playing Basketball with the Pooch

Have you ever played basketball with a goofy German Shepherd? I have. Let me tell you about it. My family and I went to the park today. There are basketball courts there, so we decided to bring a basketball and shoot some hoops. My husband insisted on bringing the dog, because he "needed to be aired out." I thought the dog would sit on the grass in the shade. It was eighty degrees outside and very humid. If I was a dog, that's what I would do. But no. The dog saw a ball. And a shadow. Oh boy! I bounced the ball and aimed for a shot. The dog charged. "Schultz! What are you doing?" I yelled. What he was doing was chasing the ball's shadow. It was ridiculous. Every time the ball bounced, he was on that shadow. My husband decided to dribble the ball down the court. That dumb dog was right there at his side, trying to get the shadow. Then my husband made a layup. The ball came down and bonked the beast on the head. It didn't faze him one bit. He just kept chasing the shadow. We did this for about thirty minutes. Finally, the dog was so exhausted and hot, that we knew we had to stop or he'd die of a heat stroke. So we dragged the furry beast home with his big pink tongue that was literally dragging on the ground. As soon as he got home, he drank a ton of water and plopped himself down on top of the air conditioning vent. What a nut case!