I played the front nine of Burns Park Tournament Course this morning in 44, with 3 pars, 3 bogies, and 3 doubles. I used 16 putts.
Whereas Jo ran to my car and waited just outside my door almost every time I drove up, Joe remains on the front porch, but he leaps onto the railing just as I begin to walk up the steps. He leans forward so that our heads pass within a foot or so, which makes it easy for me to scratch the back of his neck or rub my face against his. He is not quite as consistent with this routine as Jo was with hers, but only because he's off somewhere about half the time. If Joe's in the yard, he's gonna sprint to the porch and make the leap, as he did this morning.
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