Golf: the good news...and the bad

Do you play golf? Our house is a golf-free zone; the Mistress doesn't play nor does she understand any of the rules. And her other half doesn't play but at least he knows what happens in a round of golf. One of his friends plays golf – he seems to fit the bill – you know, nice house in the home counties, he's a successful businessman with a wife at home with the kids.

Of course, if golf is your thing, you will be saddened to know that Tiger Woods is taking a break to be with his father. Now that's what I call a man with his priorities right. And he has a dog, which always goes down well in my book.

As for me and golf, I just know it's somewhere - a golf course, that is - where dogs are not welcome.

And, what's more, aren't golf clubs notorious for their petty rules and crimes against knitwear? But this could be about to change...

News reaches me that a golf club in South Wales has granted honorary life membership to Deuce, a dog with an uncertain heritage (ie crossbreed!), because he is a demon on the golf course. Whenever the players lose their balls - golf balls, obviously - Deuce usually manages to find them. In short, he saves those players a lot of cash.

Yes, Deuce is everyone's favourite member now. BUT can he go in the clubhouse? Apparently not. To my mind that defeats the object; it's like saying, you're welcome to be a member but you can't come in. Surely, after a day's hard work, Deuce deserves to chill out with the boys and be given a treat or two?

So, however hard he has worked, sounds like Deuce is still in the doghouse.

Woof Woof