"Kiss-of-Life" Kate
While a few stray dogs were off to Thailand chasing golf balls …and whatever other tasty morsels they could dig up, 14 brave souls - and some proved to be very brave indeed (and I’m not talking about the colour of Lars shorts either)- set off on a day that was hot, bright and proved to be one of very high drama at Kurmitola. Also worth noting that in the pack were two new faces… Jonde & Grahame. Those in the know please forward email on.
First issue of the day is pretty straight forward… at least for Heather, who hit her ball straight onto the top level of the 12th Green and earned herself a couple of small white ones for nearest the pin. Ya we beauty……as we say in NE Scotland.
The fun really started however with a dog fight over the doo doo. Setting aside Jonde who bravely amassed 15 points on his virgin visit to the Dogs, and hence cant qualify, the distinction of who would carry home the wee curly wurly (no… not Dave F) became a story straight out of Hollywood.
While sitting on 19 points and having played a sublime shot into the 18th green our American pooch, Paul, became victim of a low flying white missile launched by the local ‘military’ from about 40 yards away on the 1st tee box. Catching him squarely in the ribs the small white projectile lifted him off his paws and floored him. On his back and faced by the threat of the kiss of life from the onrushing Kate, Paul, in what appeared from the clubhouse to be in the midst of a sea of concerned umbrellas, managed to clamor to his feet before being rushed 70 yards to the club house by waiting red crescent emergency golf cart for some serious resuscitation in the shape of an ice pack to his swelling chest (someone mentioned implants but I don’t believe it) and a couple of ice cold beers, the latter truly started to aid his recovery. As time went by, and the watching crowd started to disperse, the reality of the real threat of the day…picking up aforesaid curley wurly…..started to dawn on Paul and bravely like any cowboy, he climbed back onto that horse and went back to complete 
the 18th with a couple of putts and secured the 3 points necessary to reach 22 points to leapfrog "Kiss-of-Life" Kate, who unfortunately is this weeks Dog Doodoo on 21 points… It should be noted that Kate did abandon her chance of a last lingering precious point when she abandoned her ball, clubs and caddie in the rush to aid Paul and the opportunity to administer the Kiss of Life. Lars just managed to avoid the doo doo (and low flying missiles - he had enough of his own) also finishing on 22 points.
The rest of the afternoon was relatively dull by comparison with Mike and Lisette fighting out fourth and fifth place & eventually both finishing on 29 points, 3rd place balls went to Leo on 30 points,
Dave Freeman picked up 2nd place balls with a great 31 points (despite playing in the last group that finished in a different time zone to the rest of us even missing the drama on the 18th), Leader of the Pack went to yours truly (3-Putt-Pete) who managed to hack his way to a fluky 36 points...Matahari be gentle please. Next week, same time, same place, bring your own body armour and TD will be back at the helm keeping us on a steady course.
First issue of the day is pretty straight forward… at least for Heather, who hit her ball straight onto the top level of the 12th Green and earned herself a couple of small white ones for nearest the pin. Ya we beauty……as we say in NE Scotland.
The fun really started however with a dog fight over the doo doo. Setting aside Jonde who bravely amassed 15 points on his virgin visit to the Dogs, and hence cant qualify, the distinction of who would carry home the wee curly wurly (no… not Dave F) became a story straight out of Hollywood.
While sitting on 19 points and having played a sublime shot into the 18th green our American pooch, Paul, became victim of a low flying white missile launched by the local ‘military’ from about 40 yards away on the 1st tee box. Catching him squarely in the ribs the small white projectile lifted him off his paws and floored him. On his back and faced by the threat of the kiss of life from the onrushing Kate, Paul, in what appeared from the clubhouse to be in the midst of a sea of concerned umbrellas, managed to clamor to his feet before being rushed 70 yards to the club house by waiting red crescent emergency golf cart for some serious resuscitation in the shape of an ice pack to his swelling chest (someone mentioned implants but I don’t believe it) and a couple of ice cold beers, the latter truly started to aid his recovery. As time went by, and the watching crowd started to disperse, the reality of the real threat of the day…picking up aforesaid curley wurly…..started to dawn on Paul and bravely like any cowboy, he climbed back onto that horse and went back to complete 
the 18th with a couple of putts and secured the 3 points necessary to reach 22 points to leapfrog "Kiss-of-Life" Kate, who unfortunately is this weeks Dog Doodoo on 21 points… It should be noted that Kate did abandon her chance of a last lingering precious point when she abandoned her ball, clubs and caddie in the rush to aid Paul and the opportunity to administer the Kiss of Life. Lars just managed to avoid the doo doo (and low flying missiles - he had enough of his own) also finishing on 22 points.The rest of the afternoon was relatively dull by comparison with Mike and Lisette fighting out fourth and fifth place & eventually both finishing on 29 points, 3rd place balls went to Leo on 30 points,
Dave Freeman picked up 2nd place balls with a great 31 points (despite playing in the last group that finished in a different time zone to the rest of us even missing the drama on the 18th), Leader of the Pack went to yours truly (3-Putt-Pete) who managed to hack his way to a fluky 36 points...Matahari be gentle please. Next week, same time, same place, bring your own body armour and TD will be back at the helm keeping us on a steady course.
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