Age: 12 Years Sex: Male Weight: 26-50 lbs
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September 15th 2004
Going to Grandma's house, the center of the hotdog universe.
I do not care for the cold. It's uncivilized.
I am quite fond of my Kong frisbee.
As previously mentioned, my Grandmother resides at the center of the hotdog universe, from whence all good hotdogs come. Naturally, I am quite the connoisseur of hotdogs.
Any walk, anywhere, as long as it is good and long.
I find the term "trick" interesting. To my way of thinking, dogs don't "trick" people. At least, I don't. I do, however, have a large repertoire of amusing and useful behaviors I can perform upon request, both verbally and signed.
December 26th, 2004: After our annual holiday feasting, Peter and Marie decided to get on our bikes. At just past the half-way point on what is commonly (and ironically) known as the Dog Loop, we paused at the top of a hill for a nature break. There, on this unpaved country road, was an irresistibly cute puppy trotting in our direction. We offered him some water out of our Camelbacks, which he happily accepted. At four months, he was too big to carry, so he bravely ran alongside our bikes as we attempted to find his home. After something like three miles of running, the poor little guy was done for. Peter rode back to town to retrieve the car while Marie hung out in the country with the little lost dog. When we could not find his home by bike or car, we put up posters and ads in the paper for the little lost dog.
No one called. No one came for him.
Our friends told us to keep him. We resisted. We don’t have a fenced-in yard, we argued.
He can stay inside, they countered. And you can walk him, they said. You need the exercise anyway, they said.
We are not dog people, we argued.
Our friends laughed. Yeah, right, they said.
But he clearly belongs to someone, we stated with a confident conviction.
And our friends agreed. He clearly does belong to someone, they said. He belongs to you.
How very grateful we are that no one ever came to claim our perfect puppy, despite our best efforts to the contrary.
New Years Eve, 2004: Peter and Marie were celebrating with the Kirkbys and friends, and the little lost dog came along. After an exhausting session of play with the Kirkby dogs, the puppy crashed out on the floor. Not long after, Zippy pulled out his bass, his son pulled out his guitar, and together they proceeded to play some blues. Like some animatronic creation, the puppy’s oversized Beagle ear raised and, with radar-like precision, centered in on the source of the music. Peter instantly recognized the nameless lost dog's affinity for the blues, and pronounced the lost dog should be called Elwood Blues (Woody for short) during his brief stay in our home. Later, once we realized that the universe had willed this dog to us (or perhaps us to him), Marie appended the name with T.S., her father’s initials.
In dogs we trust.
Dog Days of Summer:
As a resident of the People’s Republic of Denton, Woody cheerfully participates in the Denton Dog Days of Summer. In 2006, he accepted the First Runner Up award for the Spokesdog contest. First place went to an incredibly cool dog by the name of Harley Hound, who also has quite the spectacular Dogster page!
Woody has completed both the Basic and the Advanced Dog Obedience Courses offered by Angie Dickenson through the City of Denton’s Parks and Recreation. Woody highly recommends Angie’s training approach as the best in town.
---- Canine Good Citizenship Award, by AKC --- ---- First Runner Up for Denton’s Spokesdog in 2006, by Dog Days of Summer --------------------- ---- Best, Most Brilliant Dog in the Whole Entire World, by Peter and Marie ----
For More Woody:
http://us.indexingpros.com (not entirely Woody, but a fair spot)
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May 24th 2007 1:28 pm
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Wow. I have been “tagged” by my friend Charlotte “the Otter” in Washington. (See http://www.dogster.com/dogs/261386)
It appears I am supposed to share seven random facts about myself, and then tag seven of my buddies, who are to share seven random facts in their own diaries, then tag seven of their buddies, and so on. It’s like a random-fact generating virus. And here I am participating in the propagation of this viral activity. What fun!
Seven facts about me:
1. People frequently and quite legitimately comment on what a “cute dog” I am. They do, that is, unless I am walking around with my friend Bella, who gets both her and my share of the attention. I don’t mind, though. Really, it doesn’t bother me at all. I am so over it. Totally, completely over it.
2. I have successfully redistributed Important Items of Interest in at least 35% of the homes on our daily walks. By redistribution, I mean that I have found the III in one yard, and have relocated it to a more secure location in another yard, burying it discreetly, often a neighboring residence. It’s my job.
3. Although no one seems to really appreciate it, I have scared off the Killer Mailman almost every day since I arrived at this residence. Additionally, I have very frequently scared off the Killer UPS Man and the Killer FedEx Man, too. I am a Terrifying Dog. It’s my job.
4. I have an amazing skill for the Walk-By-Sniff. Most people don’t even realize they have been sniffed—I am really that good. It’s my job. (My good friend Bella, on the other hand, will thrust her dripping wet nose right into your crotch, leaving behind a conspicuous wet spot. Not that I am throwing Bella under a bus or anything, but I thought you should know.)
5. I have a bald spot right between my eyes, and have had it as long as my mom has known me, when I was the Little Lost Dog. I think it is a sign of intelligence.
6. Whatever you have may heard about me, I do not work for the CIA.
7. Bella is a commie-spy. Not that I hold it against her or anything. She’s my good friend and all. I just thought you should know.
So now, I am tagging:
- Bella, my good friend
- Harley Hound
- Charlotte from Denton
So off with you, dog friends! What have you to say for yourselves?!
December 26th 2006 8:04 pm
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Today marks my second year living with Peter and Marie.
And let’s not forget Alex and Black Cat – no, forgetting the cats would certainly be a mistake.
It has been a lifetime ago that we found one another on that dirt road in the middle of nowhere. I try to remember why I was there and from where I was walking, but it is all just a blur before they found me. After all, I was just a puppy, perhaps four months old. I know I wore a makeshift collar, but only because Marie has made mention of it. Not a proper collar at all, it seems, but a belt from woman’s dress with holes punched in it.
Maybe I was looking for my people out there on the road. We all know now how much I detest being left alone. I just can’t take it. Even now, I feel anxious when Peter and Marie leave me someplace I don’t know well. I even feel a little nervous when they leave me by myself in the house, even after two years of living here. So maybe that’s what led me to walk that country road all alone. Maybe I struck out after the scent of my people with my Beagle nose.
Whatever the reason, the crossing of my path with that of Peter and Marie dramatically changed the trajectory of all our lives. They tell people I am the light of their lives. Can they even imagine what they mean to me? Can anyone really understand what a warm home and a kind hand means to a dog walking the country roads on a cold day?
Today, we celebrate my second year in the family of Peter and Marie. (Ok, so maybe Alex doesn’t actually celebrate that fact, but that’s just her.) Cheers to family and to a sense of home. Cheers to being the light of someone's life. Cheers to finding the light of your own life, too.
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