Schultz, our hundred-pound German Shepherd, is a rather friendly creature. He loves everybody.
Yesterday, my husband and I took the beast to the dog park. There are always at least ten dogs running around in that place. Schultz was thrilled. He squealed and wagged his tail at the sight of all the people and their quadrupeds.
Like most dogs, Schultz has a penchant for sniffing butts. I suppose it's a friendly dog way to say, "Hi." Unfortunately, all this sniffing causes excessive drool for Schultz. Strings of slobber hang from his jowls as he goes from dog to dog. It's very unattractive.
I shook my head at his slobber. "Schultz, go get a drink of water! You're a pathetic sight for a pedigree!"
But Schultz didn't want to get a drink of water. He wanted to go greet a human. He trotted over to a nice man sitting on a bench. He stood in front of the nice man and gave himself a big shake. A huge string of slobber flew off his giant face, right into the poor man's lap.
I was mortified. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" I said.
Fortunately the guy was cool about it. "That's okay. The big boy was just giving a big hello!"