In college, I went out to the course with several of my buddies the morning (perhaps afternoon) after a long night of partying. My one buddy, kind of a dirty hippy, brings his very untrained dog with us. We all made 32 ounce bloody mary's to bring to the course with us... so it was 'that' kind of round. We all tee off on the first hole, and then comes up my hippy buddy with the dog. The dog keeps jumping at him as he winds up in the tee box about to throw, and he keeps yelling at the dog to get away. Eventually the dog backs off a couple of feet and he lets the disc rip. Of course, the dog goes immediately after his disc... As the dog is running at the disc, I tell him that if the dog moves the disc, that he has to play it where it lies when the dog drops it, my other buddy who plays a lot of tournaments quotes some imaginary rule number 12.35 something something, and the guy believes us. He's fairly new to the sport so he thinks we're being totally serious, so he starts chasing after the dog yelling for it to stop. The dog picks up the disc, and starts running back towards us at the tee. The hippy guy puts his bloody mary on the ground, and starts pulling out discs from his bag and hurling them at the dog, still yelling. He wasn't a very good shot so the dog was in no real danger. So now the dog gets all excited, and starts jumping around right in front of him still with the disc in his mouth. The kid has now thrown everything he has with him including the bag itself at the dog. Now the dog decides to bolt off towards the lake on the course, still with disc in his mouth, and of course knocks over the kid's bloody mary along way (personally my favorite part of the story). The dog goes out swimming about 50 ft into the lake, and then lets go of the disc which drops down into the murky depths, never to be seen again. We f'd with him for a few more minutes about his lie, which we told him was now a water hazard penalty while he gathered his discs, cursing at the dog all the while. After he put the dog back in the car and came back, we finally let him know that we were just f'ing with him, and let him take a drop where the dog originally picked up his disc.