Combat Dog

First of all, Happy Father's Day to all dads out there.  I hope you all enjoy your day!

Now let me tell you about the battle scene last night.  It was about midnight.  We let our giant German Shepherd out to do his business.  Little did we know that four raccoons had invaded our yard and were stealing food from the bird feeder.  Our ferocious beast attacked.  He charged at them, barking and growling.  You'd think that would scare them off.  But no.  They wanted to fight.  So fight they did. 

You should've heard the hissing and growling.  Wow!  Four nasty coons verses one large dog.  The battle ensued for several minutes.  Apparently Schultz won, because the furry bandits took off over the fence.  Schultz practically jumped over too, trying to chase them.  He was one mad dog!

Victorius, he pranced into the house. I don't know how he managed it, but he didn't even have one scratch. 

"Good boy, Schultz!"

We gave him a treat and sent him to bed.  It's so nice to know we have a capable guard dog living under our roof.  Note to all:  don't mess with Schultz!


Okay, one news announcement for regular followers:  I'll be stepping out of the office for a few days.  But I'll be back!