When I'm down here on Hilton Head, I don't need a clock or a calendar to tell me when it's 4:00 p.m. on Monday afternoon...
Around 3:45, I start getting all excited because it's almost TERRIER TIME!!!!
The golf course at the Country Club closes for maintenance at 1:00 p.m. on Monday, so at 4:00, me and my pals meet up at my friend Honey's house - actually, her backyard. The 9th tee box.
Hurry up, Mom, we're gonna be late! (Man, I never want to go up against that fish in a ball-catching contest!)
What are you dragging your heels for? It's 3:50 already! Who cares if it's hot and humid? Gotta go!
Hmmm, a brief diversion to scan the tennis courts along the driveway to the Country Club. Never know when you'll find an errant but perfectly good tennis ball hiding in the pine straw.
(By the way, I HATE pine straw. I'm still enough of an urban dog that when I get a piece of pine straw stuck on my legs I have to sit down immediately until Mom removes it.)
Hey, I smell something in this bush. Just a minute....(my wound is all better by the way, though I still have my fierce-looking bald patch and scratch that has passersby inquiring if I've had surgery!)
SUCCESS! A brand-newish tennis ball!!! My record for finding one every week is unbroken!
Yeah, nice fountain. We'll admire it on the way home. Hurry up Mom! Time's a-wasting!
Ahh, nothing like the taste of a slightly damp, leaf-covered tennis ball on a hot summer afternoon...
Okay, we're on the golf course now - wonder it anyone's there yet?
Hmmm, I can see them gathering on the tee box. Maybe a quick practice throw to try out this new ball before I get there...
Here comes my gator-fighting partner in crime Muffy. She's just about the only other dog who likes to chase the ball. Well, she likes to chase me chasing the ball. She looks like a smaller, girlier version of my pal Bear in New York.
This new ball is terrific! Gotta take a quick break from the action...
Muffy's Dad always brings along delicious treats (that's what lured me away from the alligator pond) but I'm too busy playing ball for a food break. That's Honey in the front, insisting on her fair share as she is the hostess of this grand event.
Savannah's never one to miss a treat either. How does she keep her girlish figure?
Ahhh, a tennis ball in my mouth, grass on my belly and a pretty girl to chase me! This is the life!
Okay - it's 4:30, time for everyone to head home. C'mon Mom, at 5:00 we can go to the beach!
Ooh. I forgot how hot and tired you get running around chasing tennis balls. Just look at my big old bologna tongue hanging out. My sides were going in and out like a bagpipe! Need a little break before we head home. (We stopped for a big cup of water at the driving range.)
Well that's it for another Monday. Time for a little snooze in the air conditioning as I drift off admiring my new tennis ballllllzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....
(Actually, we did go down to the beach around 7:00 p.m. Lovely cool breeze and nice big waves. And of course, new kids to train and play with! Got home just before the thunder started rumbling. Fortunately, Mom's not too particular about having a damp dog in her lap!)