He ate some grass and dirt for breakfast and set a brisk pace. At the end of the day, he had reached a small suburb, and spent the night in a hole he had dug at the side of the road. In the morning he awoke sharing it with a stray dog. “Hey little guy, watchya doing?” He asked it upon waking. The small runty looking dog, began to growl. “Hold on a second, little buddy. There’s no room in here for dissenters.” With that he snatched the dog and tossed it in a perfect spiral about one hundred yards. He had no idea where it landed, all he knew was that it didn’t come back. He hadn’t had any real food in days, and by now he was getting rather hungry for something other than dirt, wood, or plastic. So instead, he ate rocks. Later, after he had a bellyful of gravel, he continued on his way. He guessed that the time was about eight o’clock, so no real stores were open, but traffic was pretty heavy. He looked at stores as he passed them and did a bit of window shopping. He walked past a golf store, and still rather interested walked inside. A salesman greeted him as he entered, “Good morning sir! How are you today?” The man asked him, who’s name tag read ‘Steve’. Bob smiled before he replied, “I am doing very well, Steve. How are you?” The salesman a bit annoyed at the use of his name, but none the less undaunted replied, “Oh not so well, actually. My dog was found dead this morning.” Bob nodded his head, “That’s too bad. What did it look like?” Steve wasn’t at all annoyed at talking about it, and answered him, “He was a small dog, a mutt actually, with a mottled gray coat, with one ear white. He was a nice dog, rather irritable around strangers, and had the habit of getting in the strangest places.” “Hmm...”Bob answered. He recalled a small gray dog matching Steve’s description to the letter from his recent past. “So how did it die?” He asked the poor man who had a tear running down his cheek. “He was found imbedded into the side of a bus. The bus driver reported that the dog came out of nowhere and smacked right into the side of his bus.” Steve was now in tears with a slight sniffle. “I loved that dog.” Bob was feeling pretty terrible. “I’m really sorry about your dog, Steve.” Steve looked up and smiled. “Oh, don’t worry about it. I was just practicing for my mother. I hated that dog. I would like to meet the man responsible for ending that terrible dog and shake his hand!” Bob was feeling a bit better. “Really?” Bob asked. “Yes, I might also give him a reward or something,” Steve answered. “Why?” “Well...”Bob replied reluctantly, “I don’t feel very good about saying this, but it was I who gave the pup a mighty toss to end all tosses. You see, I also found it annoying.” Before Bob could say another word, Steve gave him a powerful bear hug. “Oh what can I do to repay you?” Steve asked, vigorously shaking Bob’s hand. Bob scratched his head with his free hand. “Well, I don’t know...” “I’ll bet you could use a golf club!” Steve blurted excitedly. Bob shook his head. “Well, no, not really,” Bob said slowly. “Just name it friend, and it’s yours, well, within reason,” Steve said ecstatically. “All I could use right about now is a job-” “Done!” Steve interrupted. Bob’s eyes widened. “But I don’t have a permanent residence,” Bob stated. “We’ll get you one!” Steve replied. Bob was silent for a moment. “Sure, I guess that sounds like a good idea.” Bob shook Steve’s hand once again. Steve’s enthusiasm was overwhelming, and Bob couldn’t help feeling better. That day Bob moved in with Steve, got a job and a friend, and got his start in golf.