A story,
On the first tee of a tournament, a competitor's wife showed up and asked for our permission to walk some holes with us to bring her dog to the car park. We obliged despite some "feelings" having a Schaeferhund sitting close to the strokes - would it resist to go after the balls?
Yes it did, was well-kept. They told us that - on request - it would find all wayward balls of a foursome, and it proved that on hole two. Strolling along a burn it suddenly disappeared and returned with a ball lost in that hazard.
Anyway, I was pleased to see lady+dog leave us at the third - too unusual.
and a hint another story: Visit Hopeman Golf Club on the coast of Moray, Scotland. Not only will you see a nice course with that beautiful signature hole from the link, but also an abundance of man-high gorse lining up as natural track borders and ball graves. There's no decision-making whether to search for a ball - it's "no" or NO!
There is a statue of a little dog at the clubhouse door with a plate commemorating it. It must have accompanied his master many times and was able to sneak between and under the gorse, fetching at least a bathtub's worth of balls during it's life.
The smile raised from this helped us to deal with some scottish rain and a bunch of lost balls, as did the unusual fact that there was (unfamiliar to me) a green fee discount on Sunday.
One of many joyful days in the Highlands!