It's Spring. That means it's time to do some yard work. This past weekend, my husband got out the electric hedgers and went to town trimming the holly bushes, which were completely out of control. The result was a humongous pile of branches and leaves.
When the trimming was done, I got out the rake and proceeded to organize it all into a big pile which could be jammed into bags and hauled to the curb for pickup.
Schultz, our giant 112 pound German Shepherd, rested on the grass, supervising the entire operation. He was very well-behaved until the rake came out. I don't know what it was about the rake that made him go bananas. Maybe he thought it had teeth. But as soon as I put it down, he was all over that thing. He grabbed it in his mouth, shook it around, and trotted off with it.
"Schultz, drop it!" I yelled.
He did. But he didn't stop pouncing on it and biting it.
"Enough, Schultz!" He stopped and looked at me. Like I was crazy for letting such a ferocious looking object be in the yard with us.
I grabbed the rake and continued raking.
He kept a close eye on it. It wasn't until the rake was safely positioned on the hook in the garage that he relaxed.
Silly dog. He actually thought he had to guard us against a rake!