Aaaahhhhh Golf courses ....
Yes, memories ......... of Captain running down the first tee with John's ball in his mouth.
I wacked my ball down the fairway, and Captain did nothing. But when hubbie set his ball on the tee, and fetched his choice of club .... Captain picked up the ball and bolted down the fairway.
.......... oh, we were at a teeny, tiny little golf course in Tasmania, and it was around 6am in the morning (YAWN!!!!). No-one else there ........... and Captain was going to walk around the 9 holes with us ......... until he stole Dad's ball.
Then, he was dragged back to the car to "think" about what he did for the rest of the game.
He "thought" with his eyes closed ..... SLEEPING!!! (Lucky dog .....
.... 6am!!! BAH!)
Lucky for you Logan you found golfers who
1. had a love of dogs
2. a sense of humour
3. and FEMALE!!!
4. possibly not too upset to be invaded by your beautiful pups 
Phred - Captain says thanks for posting the "rulesz". He now know what to teach Ruby to do!!!!
M!
"No dog is born either vicious or friendly, but rather a blank slate that is moulded, for better or worse, by the owner."
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