Builder Boys

"Mama," my eight-year old son said.  "I'm going to build a house on the hill in our backyard."

"Okay," I said.  "I'm sure it will have a great view."

I watched the boy go to work.  He had his toolbox and shovel.  I watched him collect tree branches and rocks.  I could tell this was going to be a masterpiece.  Soon, my son's buddy came over.  He decided to pitch in, too.  It was a major production. 

The boys worked diligently.  Schultz, our German Shepherd, stood by the door and watched all this activity with great interest.  I could tell he wanted to join in.  Finally, I let him out of the house.     He ran like a madman over to the construction site.  As soon as he got there, he picked up a  giant branch.  He trotted around the yard with that thing in his mouth. 

"Schultz!"  my son yelled.  "Stop it!"

Schultz didn't listen.  So I went outside.  "Come here, Schultz."  The big furry beast pranced over to me with the branch swinging from side to side.  I led him to the construction site.  "Drop it," I said.

The dog dropped the branch right in place. 

"See," I said.  "He just needed some on the job training."