October 29, 2011
Woody's is two years old already, his mom-guardian, Carol, tells me. I can't believe a year and nine months has passed since I first saw them on West End Avenue and had a fit of flailing over the bundle of butterscotch fluff at my feet. He was such a goofy puppy, and is now just as goofy a dog, that the name of the breed/hybrid, goldendoodle, fit him to a T (or is that a G?). The way Carol looks at and talks about him makes me just as happy as getting down on the sidewalk to play with him.