Dogs sincerely amaze me.  Not having any children (that I’m aware of), my black lab is as close as it gets.  I never knew that a dog could reflect the personality of his or her owner quite quickly.  What’s more, I never realized how enjoyable it truly would be to spend time just throwing the ball at her…it’s her crack.  She really can’t get enough of the pink ball.
If only I could get inside her head and hear what she’s thinking when she’s doing this…watch:

So a buddy asked me yesterday if I had ever played a game called “Redneck Golf”…me, of course, with redneck genes surging through my veins presumed that he was referring to the game my uncle Cletus and I used to play where we would take rotten tomatoes and wing ‘em at each other with a hockey stick. Alas, I was far from being on point with the true method of this game. Apparently, Redneck Golf is similar to Cornhole, but instead of tossing bags of corn in holes, you take two golf balls, run clothesline between the two, and wiz them toward a PVC pipe ladder…there’s video here that shows it a little better:

So, have you played, or would you be interested in playing Redneck Golf? I’m looking into making a set of my own to play with my neighbors over in High Point. Actually, I have a feeling that my dog will end up chasing the balls, then hiding them somewhere under the deck. I guess it beats the other way my uncle and I used to play, where the dog would just eat the rotten maters.