We live next to the golf course, and most mornings we go for a quick walk to kickstart the day. We often take Max with, and he loves these outings. He is an absolute ball fanatic though, so that means the golf course has more than its fair share of Distractions.

We had some sports yesterday. There were two rather old (and grumpy) men playing an early morning game. Now what I've picked up about old men and golf is that their game seem to deteriorate with age, cos more often than not their balls go way off course.

So as we're walking along we suddenly hear them yelling, and the next moment a golf ball hits the tree next to us somewhere high up in the branches. Then for a few moments it plays a bit of pinball while we're anxiously waiting for it to drop. (Funny how slow those few moments seemed to pass....)

The second the ball hit the ground Max grabbed it and started running! My first thought was: Oh shit! Luckily I could get the now slimy ball, and then dropped it somewhere in the vicinity of where it dropped in the first place, and then had to drag the dog away!

I thought it was pretty funny, but I thought the two old grumps both had heart attacks right on the spot!