Golfers’ Dogs
Are dogs on golf courses only of a bygone age?
On my travels, anecdotally, I have found that a decent proportion of the ‘finest’ courses allow dogs off the lead.
A reasonable proportion of ‘Fine’ courses allow dogs on the lead and most commercial courses ban dogs.
Dexter
I feel The Berkshire Golf Club have got it right, as any visitor who wishes to bring a dog, has to ask permission from the secretary each time they come to the club. In this way badly behaved dogs can be discouraged, and there is no need for a blanket ban that takes away the delight a dog provides.
The working dogs, for example Labradors and spaniels, are a favourite as a golfer’s dog, as they can be trained to behave, comparatively with ease!
I have a black retreiver named after my sporting hero, (Lord Ted) Dexter, whom I have now retired from gundog competition after he gained a 2nd in an ‘Open cold game’ test on the Lincolshire Wolds (we floated home that day!). He is a wonderful companion on the golf course.
I am often asked whether he retreives golf balls?
I do not ask him to, as though on occasions when a ball has been deemed lost in a friendly match, with their extraordinarily sensitive noses he would have no problem in finding the ball, nevertheless it would be difficult to castigate him if he then picked one up from the fairway!
Many golf clubs have dog walkers who just look for balls in the bushes.
Hannah
Hannah, an English Spaniel became famous as during her working life from 1993 to 2004 she found 48,000 golf balls at East Devon GC at Budleigh Salterton, which enabled her owner to use the proceeds from the sale of the balls to spend over £10,000 on course and clubhouse furniture!
Below is a delightful story that suits Swinley but might not go down as well within more ‘competitive’ environs.
George Mobbs recalls:
“My wife and 2 other Northamptonshire County GC members went to play at Swinley Forest in a W.V.S. golf competition. We 3 husbands were graciously allowed to play behind them as long as we kept a respectful distance.
The Secretary was unable to join us AM but he did after lunch- together with his remarkable dog.
She laid quietly beside the tee while we drove off and then if a ball was hit into trouble, off she went to find it.
When you got to your ball it would be about 2 inches below her nose and would only move off when the clubhead was inserted between nose and ball.
If 2 balls were in trouble she would rush off to find the other one.
On certain holes she would dash off in front to indicate that the correct line was between 2 ears sticking out of the heather!
Such was her fame I recall reading a half page article about her in Golf Illustrated.
She was so keen on golf that on the secretary’s day off she still insisted on going to the Club for her lunch.
If my memory serves me right I think she produced a puppy to follow in her footsteps”
The Golf Society of Great Britain
is an attractive Society and I must put in a word for their wonderfully open approach when I posed a question concerning dogs at their meetings.
The reply was that nobody had ever asked to bring a dog and as there were no rules about dogs, as long as the golf club at which the meeting was held allowed dogs, there was no reason why I should not bring Dexter along.
I would like to think that he has set a trend for other well behaved dogs to follow!
Reader Comments
On August 14th, 2009 lee ault Said:
As a dog lover myself I enjoyed your article about golf dogs. I have seen a few of our members accompanied on the course and think it is brilliant (provided they are well behaved)…….and the member!
On December 13th, 2009 Donald Booker-Milbourn Said:Dear Lorne (if I may be so presumptuous) I feel I have known you for a long time. I enjoy your newsletters. I am on my sixth Irish setter (more properly the ruadh setter). He is called Michael Finnegan, shortened to Finn (the nationality of my favourite composer, Jean Sibelius.) All six have been wonderful golfing dogs.I wonder if you have read Laddie Lucas’s book the Sport of Prince’s. I am sure you have,but in case you have not, I give you this little hors d’oeuvres :
” There is much to be said about a good golfing dog. Here is the ultimate companion . Indeed, only those who have sampled it, can know the joy which is to be had on a short, mid-winter’s afternoon in putting a few clubs in a light bag, playing ten or twelve holes by oneself and taking the ever-loving animal along for company and exercise. He will not report us to the secretary if we cheat a little, prefer the lies, give ourselves a few missed three footers or the benefit of a four here or there when we know very well we have taken five. To the silent partner, trotting jauntily along , all these things are fair game and much to be commended, subject, of course, to one governing proviso — that we get a move on.
On this sort of outing there can be no wasting time with such irrelevancies as extra shots or practice putts. The aim must be to press on to more and remote parts of the course. It is well accepted that here latitude is given for hunting and here return on invested effort is so much more rewarded.” It is a lovely book.
Golfing dogs are an unalloyed joy. They must,of course, have impeccable manners; on no account must they interfere with the game of golf. Finnegan when he was all of 6 months old came with me in the early hours of the morning with Mr O’Shaunessy (Shaun II), a most impeccably behaved Irishman of 7 years of age. We had nearly finished our walk about 6.45 a.m. and were walking towards the 2nd green of RDGC. I was a little behind both dogs and hidden from the green by tall whins. I heard angry feminine screams; I rushed to the green in time to see Finn making himself known to each of the four women by giving them a sniff between their legs; he then proceeded to lift each golf ball in turn and give it to its rightful owner: I then caught him by the collar and marched him off, apologising to the ladies profusely. One asked if I intended to say something strong to the dog: I said: ” No use. He’s deaf. ” That was a dreadful white lie. I spent the next few days wondering if, as a past captain I should resign. Any moment I expected to get a letter from the secretary telling me to appear before the Captain. None came. I am eternally grateful to those four girls for not complaining. (You will note that I have gone from women to ladies to girls.) I had of course never expected anyone to be playing golf at 6.45 a.m on a cold March morning. It was a salutory lesson which I have now learnt.
Shaun II went for his long sleep 2 years ago. Finn is now an extremely well behaved dog and no longer sniffs ladies between their legs.
I have gone on too long. Best regards to you, Lorne. I hope to meet you very soon. Donald
Dear Donald,
It is such fun to have responses such as above. Golf is not all about competitiveness! Regards Lorne
The Swinley secretary’s dog was a sheepdog called Ben. My father and I played regularly with Dick Bateman and George Mobb’s recollections are certainly true. Ben is recalled in the recently launched book on Swinley issued to celebrate the clubs centennary this year.
I too have a black Labrador trained to the gun who always accompanies me around Swinley. A high proportion of the membership run their dogs and we all enjoy this privilege greatly. Best wishes, Chris