This morning, in the rough, I don’t look for my errant drive. One of our foursome’s little dog, Winston, was bit by a rattler and died on another course a few weeks ago. A golf ball,even a new one, is not worth coming face to face with a viper.
Winston never barked while we were putting though he sometimes ran up to the cup and looked inside to see what we were all looking at, then gave us a funny look when he didn’t see anything.
We all miss Winston , but Gary has already found Winston 2, a little bigger than his predecessor. Winston 2 spends most of his introductory time on the golf course sleeping in his carry cage. He explores when Gary lets him.
There are plenty of predators on the golf course to beware of.
None of us want to see a Winston 3.
Seeing a grown man cry is humbling.