I Killed Dad’s Golf Ball

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I’m a dog so it’s pretty normal for me to chew on stuff. Anything that’s round and on the floor is fair game. I was gnawing on something last night and I ended up getting quite an education. Turns out it was one of Dad’s golf balls. He had taken a couple balls out of his golf bag the other day so he could practice his putting on the carpet.

I’m kind of a curious sort and when you want to find out about something, the best way I know of is to chew on it and see what it’s made of. I was in for a little surprise. First of all, the outside texture was much to my liking. It was tough so it presented itself as a challenge. I like challenges so of course I bit it a little more. Mmm. Chewy.

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