This weekend was really good. My dad was home the whole weekend and only left to go play golf a little. But when he comes back from playing golf, he is always in a really good mood and plays fetch with me and stuff. Plus, he mowed the lawn. I was tired of all those grass pieces getting stuck up my nose all the time. The only bad thing is that now with all this golf stuff, he puts in the house a lot. And that means he is not laying on the couch with me and petting me and feeding me and giving me treats. I try to lay between him and the cup where he is trying to make the ball go, but he just doesn't get it. I might have to get more drastic and start getting the balls and throwing them down the stairs. Maybe then he will stop it and go back to how it used to be.