GOOD BOY!
Rattling dog had eaten 14 golf balls
(Thanks to Jeff Meyerson)
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those whacky labs!
Posted by: queensbee | January 28, 2010 at 07:38 AM
"No, no, no.....kill the GOPHER!"
Posted by: Punkin | January 28, 2010 at 07:39 AM
That's what I call a handicap.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | January 28, 2010 at 07:49 AM
FOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEteen!
Posted by: Siouxie | January 28, 2010 at 07:54 AM
They were obviously not able to play through the back nine.
Posted by: NotSherly | January 28, 2010 at 07:59 AM
Announcer Sam: Well, Bill, it looks like his ball is in the roughage.
Announcer Bill: Yes, Sam, he's gonna need all the guts he's got to make par this one.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | January 28, 2010 at 08:01 AM
"He finds golf balls like truffles."
Great line.
Of course, Rattling Dog WBAGNFARB.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | January 28, 2010 at 08:12 AM
the middle school i went to was adjacent to a golf course. at lunch we would hide in the trees along the fairway of this par four where the 'landing area' for the tee shot was obscured from view by a little hill. when a ball landed near where we sat, we would either run out on the fairway and stomp on it (the ball) or (i thought this was more fun) throw it further down the fairway. then we would hide and listen to the reactions.
Posted by: mudstuffin | January 28, 2010 at 08:14 AM
I think I see my ball in there....a Titleist #2?
Posted by: tw | January 28, 2010 at 09:00 AM
Morrison: Ready to tee off, Bob?
Bob: Sure, let's go!
Morrison: Great. Just let me deal with Oscar for a second here.... OK, Oscar, don't stray too far, boy! *Wink*
Oscar: Woof!! {runs off}
[Later]
Bob: Whew. Dang it, Morrison, another three-stroke win. What's your secret?
Morrison: Aw, nothing special, Bob. Just a fire in the belly. C'mon, Oscar, let's go home.
Oscar: Woof! Woof!! [Rattle]
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | January 28, 2010 at 09:03 AM
Oddly, the story now says 13. Or maybe not so oddly, given that we are talking golf, where numbers have a way of getting mysteriously smaller.
Posted by: KJP | January 28, 2010 at 09:29 AM
The Rattling Dog wbagnfa bar, also.
Posted by: Guin | January 28, 2010 at 09:33 AM
Oscar needs to stay away from my balls! Golf or otherwise.
Posted by: DaninIA | January 28, 2010 at 09:47 AM
Was it a Jack Nicklaus terrier?
Posted by: bonmot | January 28, 2010 at 11:25 AM
Reminds me of my ex-wife's meatballs.
Posted by: Layzeeboy | January 28, 2010 at 01:45 PM
Nike. Just do $*it.
Posted by: Loudmouth | January 28, 2010 at 05:36 PM
... "decomposing" ... WTD?
I thot stuff had to be organic to decompose ... "digested" I could understand, but this "reporter" seems to have mistaken one worng word the proper one ...
Whutever ... typical of modern journalism ... or old-time journalism, for that matter ... say/write whut y'all want to, and criticize anyone who mentions it (T!ME magazine is an excellent example of this process ... )
Posted by: O the U(manity) | January 28, 2010 at 06:10 PM
There is a famously expensive coffee made by a similar method. Maybe someone should try brewing them.
Posted by: Steve | January 28, 2010 at 07:32 PM
OK now, I know golf courses are looking for 'environmentally friendly' ball cleaners, but this is just going too far.
Posted by: Foodie | January 29, 2010 at 09:29 AM
Maybe this is a design problem. You shouldn't be able to swallow anything that is too big to poop.
Posted by: ken in sc | January 29, 2010 at 03:08 PM