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Old 08-18-2011, 06:34 PM
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We have several dogs in our life. One of my favorite dogs was ….

<hang on………………ok, had to put Caly outside my office as I think she reads my posts on TOTV looking for her name>…………………

One of my favorite dogs was Casey. Casey sure looked like a lab, but had no documentation to prove it and one of my stories involves her being my golf practice partner. Way back when I would practice golf. I would go out to a school or empty fields and hit 70 – 100 yard shots. Like Caly, Casey would go everywhere with me and would tag along. If you have ever hit golf balls in a field, hitting is much more fun than fetching. Casey like most labs was an avid tennis ball chaser, I would hit a tennis ball with a tennis racket, as she got near the ball I would hit another one and she would get both and then return. As she was coming back and then waiting patiently for the next tennis ball, I would hit a few golf shots Eventually she would tire, laying down and pant like only a dog can; shaking every fiber of her body, breathing like we were on top of Everest. (Yes she had water).

One time when she was laying down, I was picking up golf balls and hit one back towards her. It landed within ten yards of where she lay and she hears it land. She gets up, picks the golf ball up and brings it back to where she was laying. As a dog owner I have often taken credit for “training” a dog to do something after I had seen them do it naturally. So that day I trained Casey to pick up my golf balls.

We would get to the field, she would run around and play and then I would take her out to a distance I wanted to work on, lay her down and tell her to wait. I would walk back to my “tee” and start hitting left and right of her (she was never hit). She could not see the balls coming from 80 yards but she would hear them land. Up she would get, go get the ball and bring back to her spot. When I was done, sometime 75 balls) I had a single pile of golf balls to pick up, albeit some may be slight marred and all had slobber.

She has been gone for years, but just typing this reminds me how much I miss her. I better go hug Caly