The idea of dogs being allowed on the golf course used to really wind me up. I’d see a dog strapped to a trolley and wonder what it was about this animal that its owner felt they couldn’t be without for four hours. A golf course is for golfers, not dogs, was my view. Yes, very grumpy, I know.
My opinion didn’t change when a dog called Freddie joined a threeball I was playing in at Liphook Golf Club in Hampshire about ten years ago. The wire-haired dachshund belonged to the former editor of Golf Monthly, Mike Harris. He caused havoc.
