Woody first came into our lives as a stray found in a junkyard. He never lost his scrappy attitude, but he easily found that spending time on couches and under blankets was the only way to truly live. If there were an empty lap available, it didn’t stay empty for long. If a hand found its way to stroking his back, that person would be trapped under a snoring 10 pound dog, not that anyone would ever mind. He loved chest scratches, head scratches, and butt scratches alike.

He was a sweet dog that loved sunshine, running around parks, and riding in cars with the windows down. He never turned down a treat and was not shy about trying to steal another dog’s snacks.

Woody, The Woodster, Woodrow, Potato Dog, or sometimes just Baby Boy. We will never forget our best friend.

-Phuong M. & Matthew G.