Turtle Muncher

The dog was at it again today.  This time our wayward German Shepherd decided to terrorize a box turtle.  He found one in our yard that apparently had not seen the "Beware of the Dog" sign.  That bad doggy was prancing around with a turtle in his mouth, drooling all over it.

"Schultz!"  I bellowed.  "Drop it!"

He dropped it - right onto the cement patio.  Clunk!

"Schultz, get out of here," I said.  He walked off a little distance and parked his furry bottom on the ground.

I took a look at the turtle.  It was the same one my kids had terrorized last year.  Aside from a new scratch mark on his shell, the turtle looked okay.

"Listen, turtle," I said.  "You really need to think about relocating.  It's going to be another rough summer for you if you don't."

I don't know if he was listening or not.  I took that thing out of our fenced yard and put him in the woods.  "Okay, buddy," I said.  "You're on your own.  Next time read the sign!"