Dog Is My Co-Pilot
GEORGE FULLER By
“i can tell you
that when i’m
having a bad day,
nothing cools
my jets more
than a loving
look and a shake
of the tail from
my two hounds.”
I’m a dog guy. In our home we have no kids, two pooches. They travel with us just about every- where. These two characters are welcome into
the most elegant hotels, to dine with us on the
decks of nice restaurants, even into stores and
onto airplanes. Meet Strutter and arielle, an Italian Greyhound and a Whippet, respectively.
Why are they not welcome on golf courses?
What is it that a golf course is trying to protect
that The ritz-Carlton isn’t? The carpet?
Count me in as a full, dues-paying member
of the first golf course in the united States that
allows us houndspeople to bring our best friends
along on the hunt for birdies. I might even contemplate a run for president of the club. During my administration, Snoozing Pup Golf Links
will be an innovative place, and hopefully other
courses around the country would take note and
change their anti-pooch policies.
for example, the golf carts at Snoozing Pup
would come equipped with water bowls, tasty
treats and poopie pick-up bags. retractable
leashes could be fashioned behind so the pups
could get their exercise as we drive to our golf
ball. We’d have comfy beds installed where those
useless wire baskets now take up space, and just
imagine your dog’s joy at being asked to retrieve
your ball from a water hazard!
