August 23,
2017
My maternal
human is laying down. My humans have
been gone so much and I have been so lonely.
I must lay on her and curl my paws.
My purr box is on high. Human, it
feels good to curl my paws on you. Don’t
move.
Today, we
played Hart Ranch. It was only a 5 mile
drive for us. The course looks benign at
first sight… HAH!! It chewed us up and spit us out! The greens are as fast as I have even
seen! There are creeks, and
barrancas. It was diabolical! We played as a 5 some, which is never good
for me. It messes with my
concentration. Plus, I had to ride in a
cart. Sure, I walk quite a bit, but it
was aggravating not having the right club and having to yell for it. That messed with my concentration big time. One of the guys withdrew after about 14
holes. The course was just too much for
him.
It was
actually quite a beautiful course, loaded with deer and wild turkey. The Hart Ranch Cattle Choir serenaded as we
started, moooooving us along quite nicely. I would play it again, but now I know a
little about it so I can play it differently.
All except the one par 4 hole that I actually birdied with my 25 foot
miraculous putt… I am sure you had to
have heard my scream…
Another
dinner with the brothers Weingartner.
Hey, I saw that Rich Hill pitched 9 no hit innings for the Dodgers but
they didn’t score and he lost the game in the 10th. OUCH!
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