The Golf Course.

"She's back Poppy, she's back. I'm so happy."
"Me too Bud, we can have a good chase and hurtle about again."
"Can you hear that shouting Bud, is that the whistle blowing"
"No, I can't hear anything."
"Yes, I think she's calling us, and blowing the whistle. Do you think we ought to stop?"
"No Poppy, I'm having fun, I'm not stopping"

I was blowing the whistle and calling them, in their enthusiasm they were racing about all over the golf course. They had gone deaf today so it was a good thing it was soooo cold with a biting wind, which was keeping the golfers in their nice warm clubhouse. I do hope no-one was looking out of the window.