Bob, I've got your Boss! Check out this crazy mix of events:
I'm practicing my putts in my back yard when my dog runs up to me with your disc his mouth?!?!? I assume I must have accidentally picked it up during the scramble and put it in my bag. Then my dog must have somehow hopped up into the trunk of my car and decided to grab your disc out of my bag for me to throw to him.
Well, however it happened, I've got your disc and there aren't any teeth marks in it, I promise... Good luck at the Breeze, I don't think I'll be there but I'll return your disc to you on Tuesday if your coming down for the scramble again.
Bob, I've got your Boss! Check out this crazy mix of events:
I'm practicing my putts in my back yard when my dog runs up to me with your disc his mouth?!?!? I assume I must have accidentally picked it up during the scramble and put it in my bag. Then my dog must have somehow hopped up into the trunk of my car and decided to grab your disc out of my bag for me to throw to him.
Well, however it happened, I've got your disc and there aren't any teeth marks in it, I promise... Good luck at the Breeze, I don't think I'll be there but I'll return your disc to you on Tuesday if your coming down for the scramble again.