The Big Chase

Schultz, our hundred-pound German Shepherd is very proud of himself. He did a good job shepherding. At least that's what he thinks.

Yesterday evening, the dog was outside playing fetch with his tennis ball. Half-way through the game, he stopped. He turned his attention to the fenced-in retaining area that's surrounded by huge holly bushes at the edge of our property. He stood perfectly still, listening intently. Then he raised his paw, like he was pointing. (He actually does point. When he wants to play the flashlight game, he goes to the closet where the flashlight is, and points.)

"What is it, boy?" I asked.

He pointed again.

I knew there must be something in the retaining area. "Go get it!" I said.

He did.

You should've heard the commotion! I had no idea what could possibly be making that kind of raucous.

I found out soon enough.

Less than two minutes later, six very frightened deer burst out with Schultz in hot pursuit. He chased those deer half way down the street, until they were well out of our territory.

Then he trotted back, his long pink tongue flopping about, looking quite pleased with himself.





Before I go, I would like to thank Medeia Sharif for reviewing my new book, Ten Zany Birds, and featuring it on her blog. That was a great surprise!