When Good Dogs Go Bad

Every once in a while, even my best behaved, sweetest dogs - go on a little mischief streak. Today on our walk around Fresh Pond one of my sweetest of all my sweetest angels decided to go for a rip-roaring romp on the golf course, a fairly crowded golf course because of the nice weather. Naturally, the puppy had to follow her and while he was running around the golf course, he discovered something he had never seen or tried to eat before, a golf ball! Unfortunately, there was a golfer who was also somewhat attached to the golf ball. Some golfers seem to get a real attitude when someone, even a cute little puppy, steals their golf ball. Man, you would think he was playing in the US Open and that he was just one stroke behind Tiger Woods when suddenly a puppy (or a wild hawk swooped down) and stole his ball! Sheesh! The ball, the puppy and my angel were all returned to their proper places in, well, reasonably short order, but that was one very upset golfer! I hate to say it, (and I apologized profusely to the upset golfer) but it was pretty funny, some guys just take golf way too seriously!