In the latest edition of the "My dog is the weirdest" saga, I've learned that Woody's favorite season must be fall. There is varying evidence to support my claims, but none other than this video below. Each time we've walked down a tree-lined street, Woody has made it his personal mission to collect and eat every leaf that has fallen. I still need to do research to see if any harm can result in this (I'm gonna go with no), but for now, the world can experience this odd behavior just as I do every evening.
Other, less odd behaviors that suggest fall is Woody's favorite season is how relieved he is when his end-of-summer allergies subside and the way he can go on endless walks without overheating.
What is your dog's favorite season?
I'm just a twenty-something female raising the weirdest dog I've ever met.