This evening has been lovely: OH took the Aussies down over the lucerne fields behind us for a bit of agility/mucking about training, and I (being the responsible one) took puppy Freya, old girl Purdey and Gypsy for a walk (on leads) over the golf course. The girls were being quite good - Freya copying her elders and betters (some of the time) and it was nice - I took them through the bluebell wood (lots of nice smells of foxy & rabbit there), round the heath and was coming back, complete with my (full) Asda bag of pooh when we were accosted by a covey (sorry don't know the collective noun) of golfers!!!
Now obviously, these golfers couldn't have been members of the club, or they would have recognised the "mad dog & cat woman from the 14th tee" - either that or I've aged in the last 5 weeks - because I started getting the "how dare you exercise your dogs over a private course, blah, blah, blah. There was I, already to explain that it's okay, I know to keep the dogs on the leads, and we were actually, sirs, on the public footpath.....when I realised that one of them was saying "and you could be accused of theft of golf balls if you are going round picking them up all over the course"

... and I realised that he was pointing to my Asda bag!!!;) ;)
So, being the honest person that I am, I said - oh I am so sorry - I thought that I should pick up over the golf course - but in that case - you can have it - and thrust the bag into their hands and RAN.......
I'm still coughing myself silly and laughing (as is the rest of the family) = now I want to know what they're going to say back at the 19th hole!!!
What I should have said is - sorry - thought it was dog c**p - obviously its a load of golfers c**p!!!!!
Margot
(who will have to change her kn***kers in a minute!!!!!)