I love to play frolf with Daddy. What is frolf you ask? Why it’s Frisbee golf of course. If you still don’t know what it is, I’ll explain it to you.
First, we get in the car and drive to this really big field. Then, Daddy stands in a certain place and asks if I’m ready. I crouch down in my best “I’m about to run as fast as I can” stance and then he throws the Frisbee.
I think he is trying to hit the big metal post with the chains, but he never hits it the first throw.
So, I go and pick it up and bring it back for him so he can try again. Sometimes he throws it in the trees or the long grass. I think he is trying to test me, but I always find it.
We do this about 18 times. Some of the metal posts are in the woods, some are up on top of hills, and some are out in the open. When we’re in the fields, Daddy likes to hide behind the hay bails. He doesn’t think I see him, but I do.
Frolfing is so much fun because I run and chase until my tongue is hanging really far out of my mouth.
Most of the time it’s just me and Daddy, but Mommy came this time because she
wanted to get away from Anna wanted to join in the frolfing fun. She doesn’t throw any Frisbees though, she just walks with Daddy and takes my picture. I had a good time, and boy was I tired. I love frolfing!