Today while playing, a dog come out from one of the back yards that line the course. I was pitching back into the fairway from under a tree (my usual spot) when the dog ran out onto the fairway, picked up my ball, looked at me with my ball in it's mouth, and ran back into it's backyard. Maybe the gods are trying to tell me to give this game up.
Should I?
Someone, anyone, please tell me something funnier than this has happened to you on the golf course.
Misery, does indeed, love company.
