Pet Cemetary

I play golf on Thursdays at a course with a Pet Cemetary. I know, bizare - but the cemetary pre-dated the golf course and there is something about disturbing the dead even if the dead are animals that is just sacriligious. Anyway, pet cemetary on golf course.

Hole 18. C gets up and tees off - the ball slices and goes flying. We hear a thud but assume its a tree - especially since she lost about 6 balls in the woods and whacked 4 trees on the night. So, she tees up and hits another - this time a much better shot that just missed the sand trap. The rest of us take our shots and we head to our respective balls. We notice some people to our right - and we all thought crap, I guess C should have yelled fore. But wait, there is nothing over there. Nothing except the PET CEMETARY.

Turns out the thud was the ball hitting the casket or whatever they bury a dead pet in. IMAGINE THAT. I literally almost peed.