I'm to be blamed for allowing dogs. For 20 years I had a golf dog, an Idaho breed called Australian Shepard for whatever reason, one male and one female. Like all herding dogs, they need a job and tend to be very loyal and obedient to their owner. Mine were easy to train and did a superb job discouraging geese to nest someplace away from the course. It took only a few rounds to teach these golf dogs what was appropriate and what was not on a golf course. Once they learned their routine, they followed the script so obsessively I could tell you exactly what the dog would do on every hole. A golf course is dog heaven, they seemed to know they had the best job in the world, and did everything I asked to keep it.
Eventually, other golfers started to bring their dogs. We're a public course, and to my surprise, the golfers brought only very well behaved dogs. We've never had a problem with a dog, golfer/owner, or too many dogs. Sure, we have dog haters, but generally they're the same guys that hate everything else. We have no posted policy about dogs and no need for one yet.
About the only problem I've had with my golf dog is when we played along a native area and a coyote came out to "play" with my dog. We never noticed any coyotes around before then. At first it seemed an innocent encounter with the wild life and my dog was actually larger than the coyote. But then coyote appeared every time we played a certain hole and I payed more attention to the "play" between the canines. The coyote was always circling around to my dog's rear hamstrings. My dog, a very nimble and quick sheepdog, would dance out of the way and circle around on the coyote. My dog didn't seemed stressed by these encounters--just more fun on the golf course--but I decided to put an end to this before something happened. Next time we played I put a small .410 single shot shotgun in my golf bag. The coyote came out as usual. I ran the coyote off the course to a safe native area. My dog hates guns, and retreated to my golf bag. The coyote just stood there looking at me. I raised the gun and had an easy shot. At the last second, I decided this critter doesn't deserve to die for playing with my dog and put the shot over it's head. Never saw that coyote again. The golf dog lived a long and happy life.
Big mistake, however. The golf dog got old and died. We've had coyotes ever since.