It’s been over a decade since I played my
last round of golf. Seven since I emptied a bucket of balls at the driving range.
So, I dusted off my clubs and walked to the field behind my sister's house to practice
my golf swing.
Besides being a bit rusty and digging too
many divots, I didn't last long out there because of the dog. Willow chased down
and chewed up the golf balls, returning the slobbery devils with more dimples
than they originally had.
Yes, I could have left her inside,
but I’ve missed being around this special pup. The job I started two weeks ago
leaves little time for playtime with my favorite canine.
Running
after golf balls just might replace Willow’s ultimate pastime—catching Frisbees.
