Oakwoods Wonderful Woode

My name is Woode. I am nine years old and 96 solid pounds. I am one big goofy clown. I live to chase tennis balls.

I was the first Golden Retriever in this house. Mom and Dad came and picked me out from my breeder when I was just a little, bitty thing. Mom wanted me because I was assertive and I had to grow up with two Jack Russells in the house and everyone knows what pests they can be. The youngest JR, Snapper, thought I was his personal chew toy when I got home. Well, after I grew to be four times his size, I showed him a thing or two!! I have to admit he was a lot of fun to play tug-o-war with as I grew up. He would hold onto that rope for hours.

I am still Mom's lap dog, but her lap has gotten smaller. I use to fit in it. Now when I climb into it, I kind of hang over on all sides. She doesn't mind though because I give her big, wet, sloppy kisses. My one bad habit is that I am a "woobie killer". Now, I realize some of you won't know what a "woobie" is. It is a stuffed animal. The problem with woobies is that there are "good woobies" and "bad woobies" and their perosnalities can change instantly, so you must always be on the lookout. When a woobie goes "bad", it is my job to subdue it and rip out all the polyester stuffing. Many times Mom has left the house to do errands, thinking we only had good woobies in the house. However, upon her return, she has discovered one went bad and I had to kill it in her absence. It's a good thing there are no evil pillows in our house!!

 
 
 
 
 
Update:  Woode is now 9.5 years old.  We have bought a second property in Washington state that we have named "Camp Woode".  It is 5 acres in the country.  The dogs just love it.  We have all kinds of "camp activities" including swimming, horse-pucky consuming, bird chasing, bone chewing, hiking, skunk hunting, and too many more numerous to mention!  Here is a picture of Woode under the camp entrance!!
 
 
This picture is Woode on the couch after a full day of "camp activities"!
 
 
Update:  We lost our wonderful Woode on March 24, 2005 to lymphosarcoma.  God loaned him to us for just over 11 years.  He loved to chase his tennis balls, hump pillows,  and kill woobies.  He gave the best big, sloppy, wet kisses.  If we learned one thing from him, it was to "wake up happy every day".  God Speed sweet boy.........
 
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