Rylee and Her Stick

Rylee found a new toy on the golf course. She was walking near the cart path when she picked up this stick. It lasted several holes, but in the end she loved it to pieces--literally--and the eventual death of the stick was very sad indeed. I thought the whole thing was cute, how she ventured off on her own to find the stick and brought it back to us, very proud of it. Mostly because 'venturing off' for Rye is hardly ever more than 40 feet away. I'm sure we'll find another one next time. --m.