I guess it falls on me to update Daddogs status….”They shoot Horses, don’t they” While I was on the ruuf, Daddog went to play Golf with MarkDog, .. Being an OldTimmerDog, and lacking in the area of phittness, Golf seemed to be a no-brainer for Daddog, ,Word has it , He has concord the ridin in the Cart part,But the hittin the ball part, had been a Bone of Con10sion, The story I’m here-in is, He swanged ( swinged) his club and tore Something in his shoulder, At first It was thought this to be some kind of distraction,2 take awearness off his pour play, But after filling 2 hand towels with tears, the other players conceded ” The boy is really Hurt” Being a trouper, he road the rest of the way, moanin when he thought he was not the sinter of attention, Momdog thought he was fakin, and twisted his arm, Haven’t heard a scream like that since Momdog found out her coupons had expired, Daddog is slung-up, resting…. Momdog is rewrighting her list ,with things that can be done Lefthanded