As a matter of fact, she ate my new clubs that I don’t even have, kind of. Now, I’ve had my current set for a number of years. They have served me well and far exceeded any expectations. This year I figured I would start looking into some new clubs and maybe trade in the old set.

One thing I did notice was a sentimental attachment to my current set. It was rather odd, I mean they are non-living inanimate objects but for some reason I struggled with the thought of trading them in. Finally, I was able to make myself understand that these clubs have performed well for me and now it’s time to let somebody else enjoy them. I shouldn’t be selfish.

Our golf season is wrapping up and with that start all the sales and discounting of the previous years equipment plus some great trade-ins too. My plan was all set and I had it figured out. In a couple months when golf is a foreign word in these parts, I would strike and snatch up a bargain.

So, how did my dog eat my new clubs, kind of? Well, enter Brownie. A female shepherd mix rescue of the Drainus Walletus species. You see, for some reason Brownie enjoys mixing gravel with her meals. She somehow sniffed out two 3/4″ gravel rocks and decided to eat them. This resulted in a trip to the vet which resulted in removing these rocks from her GI tract via surgery.

You can probably see where this is going. The money I put aside for some new clubs will now go towards my vet’s new clubs. Actually, two sets probably. In essence my dog ate my clubs…kind of. Oh well, I still have my clubs.

Hit’em long…yell FORE!!