Golfing manners Edward is always allowed off the lead on the golf course. We live on a golf course at Abbotsley and so Edward can play there but never away! He insists on sitting on the owner's bag and keeps walking too close to her. Edward is quite full of himself and sits and stares at golfers like cats do. He plays down the 1st and 2nd, goes rabbitting and then picks us up on the 13th for the last few holes. He is such a poser! My owner and Barney's owner, Jenny Wisson, own their own golf course in Cambridge - Cambridge Meridian. We all play golf there and even get to go in a buggy if we can look tired enough!

Proper golf courses and clubs My owner says that the poshest golf clubs in England allow dogs on the course. I did go to Sunningdale which is the tops. My owner was playing in a match so the lady captain from her club walked me round. This kind lady bought me a special dog lunch at the halfway house. Sunningdale has a nice cabin with water bowls for dogs and sure enough a special sausage lunch for us. This is a picture of me at the 10th at Sunningdale.  The other is the owner with me by Sunningdale's 18th green.   Hunstanton Here is another proper golf course that welcomes dogs. Here is Barney waiting by the 1st tee with his owner before a county match. Barney was playing for Bedfordshire.   Barney and I were walking with our owners at Cambridge Meridian G.C. when one of the golfing members shouted at us, "It's not a public footpath, you know." Barney and I barked and tried to explain that we own the golf course. Our owners just sloped off. The man found out later and bought them a drink! We did laugh.

Well, now for an update on my golf. In November we had a great match at Abbotsley for the Yorkshire Ladies' Wanderers against the Surrey Ladies' Wanderers. Someone says they are called "Wanderers" because they are seniors and wander around looking for the various things they lose, like glasses, shoes, gloves and so on. Anyway, my owner plays for Surrey. Abbotsley is halfway between Yorkshire and Surrey, so that's why we had it. Anyway, I did a round of 18 holes in the morning, lunch of sausage and two chips, and then another 9 holes in the afternoon. It was my first experience of being attached to the trolley. I nearly strangled myself when my lead got round one wheel. But we survived. The Yorkshire team had their dog, too. A really nice black labrador called Cass. Cass and I played for hours and Cass swam and got decidedly smelly. One of our golfing team is also called Cass. Someone thought she had been chasing ducks, had fallen in the lake and got smelly. How stupid they are. When these women make such silly mistakes it makes me cross that they describe the mad ones as "barking". That is very, very rude indeed. Anyway, Surrey won and I got a red rosette.