Maybe he needed the minerals in the peel. Dogs are amazing. They will chew sticks and I was told once by a Vet, I believe, they want something that is in the sticks.
Tried golf myself years ago; went out to the driving range and a 9 hole course once. Never went back. Not my thing. I do like to watch it on TV sometimes.
Stay with it. If you are interested and KNOW that approaching slowly will get you better results, you are half way home.
I went to a driving range for the second time in my life. I’m thinking about getting into golf. I started with a wedge, and hit a few good shots, which was nice. I thought that maybe things were looking good, considering I could barely connect with the ball last time, but then I moved on to the irons — my nemesis clubs. I missed and missed, and whacked the ball every which way you weren’t supposed to. I decided to slow down, calm down, take a breather, go smoothly, and it worked. I was hitting shots with the seven, eight, and nine irons nicely. Of course, as a beginner’s beginner, the shots weren’t great, but for me they were cool. I could sense improvement in the air. Feeling smug, I moved on to the driver. The driver was the only club I was able to hit the ball with on my first go at the range, so I thought it was a safe choice to end the session with. Wrong. Somehow I was hooking the ball to the extreme left with every shot. I was scooping it badly. One scoop led to another… and another. I realised I was rushing frantically to take each shot. I slowed down again, focused on being real smooth. I had one ball left. Gracefully, I swung back and took the shot. The club connected with the ball for my best shot yet. Success. What a great feeling it was to smack the golf ball good.
Whilst walking Leo, I stopped to check my phone. Leo sniffed a good bit around some bushes. I half-noticed he was sticking his nose deeper in, but I was distracted by a message from my wife — a birthday present idea for mum. Suddenly, he was in the bushes, and I was yanking him out. He reappeared with a banana skin dangling from his mouth. Leo dodged my first attempt to get it from him, and in response, started chewing fast. The banana skin vanished into his mouth. He went to run, tail in the air, all proud of himself — but he forgot one key thing: he was still on the lead. I pulled him back, took hold of his mouth, pried it open. He resisted, naturally. But I won in the end.
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