We seem to be on a food kick at my pad. This time it's Schultz's turn for a food story. In case you don't know, Schultz is our hundred pound German Shepherd. And he's always up to something. Today's something involved a moth. Two of them.
I was outside weeding, and Schultz decided he was going to help. He stuck his big snout in the dirt and yanked a few out. As he did, some moths were disturbed. They flew up, attempting to get away from the two mammals who were invading their territory.
Schultz immediately dropped the weeds and took off in hot pursuit. Those stupid moths weren 't smart enough to fly high, so of course, Schultz caught one in his ginormous mouth.
"Schultz, drop it!" I said.
It was a little too late for that. Schultz swallowed it whole. Then he went off to chase the other one.
"Schultz!" I yelled.
He didn't listen. He pursued that thing until he caught it. And yes, he swallowed it whole. Apparently moths are a doggy delicacy.
So now I'm going to put up a sign on my backyard fence: "Danger: This Premise is Guarded by a Moth Killing Dog! Enter at Your Own Risk!"