Smashing Chairs

The dog was at it again. First thing this morning, he busted a chair. How did he do that? Well, let me tell you. I took the hairy ginormous German Shepherd outside to go potty. I had him on a leash. As he walked across our patio, his leash somehow got tangled around the arm of one of our wrought-iron patio chairs. The chair scraped across the cement patio, making a horrendous sound. This spooked the dog. He took off like a bat out of hell, dragging the chair behind him. It didn't go so well for the chair, because in the process, one of its legs snapped off. Can you believe it? This patio set, which was only about a month old, and cost over $1000.00, snapped because that stupid dog freaked. "Schultz, stop!" I commanded. He stopped. "Look what you just did," I said holding up the broken leg. Schultz knew he was in trouble. He lowered his head. "Get in the house, dog." I swear, that dog is more trouble than he's worth! (Just so you know, I was easy on the dog. I know it was just an accident, so he didn't get punished. This time.)