Where is that damn dog?

Ah, The Masters. The tournament that is all about the short game. And then there is The U.S. Open which is all about staying out of trouble, followed by The British Open that requires shots not normally played on Park style courses and then the Major season ends with The P.G.A. where the goal is to make birdies and shoot way under par. Alrighty then, let's get it on.

For a while here we had a very raggedy dog come visit us on a daily basis. She was too old to be much fun for Gus, but she had a sweet disposition and I would give her a few dog cookies each time she turned up, because she appeared a bit under nourished and was always so grateful to receive them. She looked like some kind of terrier mix with short hair of a mottled, gray, black, brown color combination and she had ears that she could point straight up or flop down. Her face was mostly gray and bore several scars and she had dark, watery eyes. We guessed that she had had many litters over the years as her black nipples hung down below her all twisted and gnarled. She was really a walking mess of a little dog, but, like most dogs, she had a way about her that made her lovable. We called her Old Girl. She's been missing for a week now and we are all concerned.

There is a house positioned on the right side of the ninth fairway just short of the green at Valle Escondido and each week as we played we would be greeted by a gardener there who would sell us golf balls that he had found on and about the property at a rate of fifty cents apiece. Most weeks I would buy four or five bucks worth as we lose golf balls on this course at a prodigious rate. Two weeks ago I bought eight balls - that was all he had - but I found only a ten on my money clip and the gardener had no change. I let him keep the ten and extracted his promise to give me twelve balls the next week. Needless to say, else why would I be writing this, he didn't show. What do you suppose he did with the extra six bucks? Quit his job and retire? Move to another town? Blow it on booze and hookers? I want to believe he was just sick and absent that day and he'll be back with my golf balls next week. Of course, I also want to believe that Bush is a swell guy and really wants to enact a more equitable distribution of wealth.

Bought a new camera. With luck there will be pics attached to some future blogs.