Colin’s post reminded of ordinary SoCal course we played in a multi day event. Much of the course is lined with housing. On the first day I hit my tee shot left near a back yard chain link fence. There was a big mangy black dog standing there staring at me when got ready to hit my shot. With impeccably perfect timing, the dog started barking ferociously just as I started my down swing and, of course, I foozled the shot. For the next three days, somebody in our group hit one in the same spot, the dog repeated the performance, and was 100% effective causing a mishit. By the third day, I’d whisper to my partner “watch this” just as our opponent started to hit. Don’t know why a dog would care to mess up a shot, but it was quite clear it wasn’t a coincidence.