So the Biltmore Golf Course is overseeding and we’re allowed to go on there and run. That is, if nobody sees us, because technically we aren’t allowed to go on there and run. But early in the morning nobody does see us. Except other people with dogs.
This morning we were running the course and I saw something white coming toward me that looked like me. As she came closer, I could see she was a British Cream like I am. I’ve never seen another me.
Her name is Sandy and she came from Dallas. Her father is a nice man named Bill who is on his 8th golden. I guess he loves us! He said he had lost many goldens to cancer and got a British cream because we don’t have that incidence of cancer because we’re not inbred.
I didn’t understand a word he said, but I thought Sandy was beautiful. She’s an older woman though, two years old, and she wouldn’t look at me.