Call of the Wild

Our German Shepherd, Schultz, got in a little trouble. Let me tell you about it.

My husband was working on his car. He let the dog hang out in the front yard without a leash. Normally, this isn't a problem. Schultz lays on the grass and watches my husband, without moving an inch.

That isn't what happened this time. Keen-eared Schultz heard something that made him take off like a mad man. Through the woods he went, faster than a speeding bullet. (Okay, well maybe not that fast, but faster than we could run!)

My husband commanded him to come, but Schultz either didn't hear him, or chose to disobey.

The dog was out of there. My husband, fuming, went on a search to find the wayward canine. After forty-five minutes of searching on foot, and still not finding the dog, he came back, got his car, and went out again. A half hour later, he finally returned. This time he had the beast.

"Do you know where he was?" my husband growled.

I shook my head.

"Two neighborhoods away, playing with a female golden retriever. The owner was the same guy who brought Schultz back last time."

Then I understood. Schultz has a thing for golden retrievers. In Cincinnati, where I used to live, he had a crush on a female golden retriever. This dog must be his girlfriend, and he couldn't resist seeing her again!