We were on our daily walk to the golf course but had to step off the green to let actual golfers play through. They took an interest in Owen and asked if he’d like a golf ball. Well, you know him, he can talk up a storm if he’s in the mood, but heaven forbid a stranger ask him a question. So I took his hand and walked him over and he took the ball and off he went. And wow did he have a blast—throwing it and chasing after it. Lather, rinse, repeat.