About Woody

Woody is an unpredictable, seven-year-old Jack Russell Terrier, who was named after Ohio State's legendary football coach, Wayne Woodrow Hayes. My wonderful vet says most dogs hit their geriatric stage around age seven. Given Woody's level of energy, his geriatric stage won't kick in until much later. Woody has only been with me for a little more than two years and I'm so happy I get to have many more with this crazy ball of energy.

In no particular order, Woody enjoys:

• Sleeping under ALL of the covers
  
• Eating...anything...off the ground
• Squeaky ball and squeaky steak
• Camp Bow Wow
• Endless walks
• Kongs with peanut butter
  
• Trying to get my boyfriend to play fetch
  
• Mounting human legs
• Being around other dogs while off the leash
  
• Mounting other dogs while he's on the leash
• Peeing in my room when he is alone and gets anxious
  

Woody does not enjoy:

• Small children (sorry, he doesn't, please don't let your child try to touch him)
• Being around other dogs while on the leash
• Vegetables that fall on the floor
• Being alone
• When my boyfriend won't play fetch
  
• Vacuum cleaners
• When I get upset with him for peeing in my room
• Snow, and cold weather in general
  
• Cats, squirrels and basically any other animal that is not a dog
  

You're probably confused about a few of these, and I doubt the confusion lies over squeaky steak. Yes, Woody is one of the best things that has ever happened to me, and vice versa, but he has a LOT of issues. Recently, Woody began going to behavior modification training, which is what sparked the idea for this blog.

Any embarrassing stories are not meant to shame Woody, nor are they meant to make serious things less serious. Likewise, any cute, cuddly stories are not meant to make Woody look like the most perfect dog in the world. No dog is perfect, the same way no human is perfect. I think there is a misconception about animals that they can become the perfect animal and that once you potty train them, they'll do whatever you want them to do. I learned that the hard way, and Woody and I are both grateful for it. The reason why Woody is one of the best things that ever happened to me is because he understands me in ways I'll never know, and sharing his stories is my way of learning to understand him.

Ready to walk.

Learning to read.

Watching the world.