Woody was 17
when he passed on,
a ripe old age
for a weiner dog.


Before he left
I whispered to him,
"Please wait
for me
along the trail."
But I didn't need to ask.

Woody then went on to greeting cards, something about that face. . .couldn't launch a thousand ships but it certainly has appeal.

This time I put tuna on the envelope, that worked!

Next time I plan on getting a female so I don't have to stop at every tree, bush, blade of grass and bump along the path.

I got him from the Humane Society, purely by accident. I was stuck in traffic and decided to pull off and found myself at the shelter. There he was, asking in a polite way if I could "get him the hell out of here." His name was Odie, which I didn't care for so I changed it to Woody since he was wood colored and it sounded like Odie. It wasn't until the next day that we realized the obvious references of the name but we decided he would be Woody the Weiner Dog anyway.

He wouldn't do it. I tried smearing in with doggy treats but he would just lick it off and come over for more treats.

Here's to my old pal Woody, who lived up to his name.

He loved to go for walks, in fact we had to spell the word when he was around or he would get all worked up about the prospect.
He didn't need a leash, he always stayed nearby
and would come when called.

Truth be told he was never that crazy about getting his picture taken but he endured it for his pal.

This past year Woody became famous. The final of this picture was in the newspaper, advertising weiner dog races at Canterbury Park, the local horse track. As you can see, I had to make some modifications to get him into racing form.

This one was going to be for a get well card.
He was supposed to hold the toy in his mouth.

His great mystery was why would anyone give up an eight-year-old dachshund
as wonderful as Woody? He was one of those dogs where people said,
"I don't really like dogs but I sure like Woody."

Woody loved to kill squeaky toys. I always let him open the package to give the toy a little more time.

inside- ". . .but you're my aging Sex God."

inside- "But that's how I feel."

inside- "Got Cake?"