The End of the Tail
Woody's the only dog I ever knew that sprained his tail from wagging it too hard. That's the dog's honest truth. Ask the vet. That tail could knock you half way to Sunday if you accidently got in the way just when he was communicating his joy for the moment. Woody died yesterday. He was my friend. I miss him so terribly much. I kind of don't feel much like writing any more.