Written by Courtney Konopacky, Woodie's owner and Candice's daughter.
Woodie was one of ten puppies born to our Biskie and Bosco in March of 1991. Eight of the puppies survived. The puppies were a great time in the life of our family.
Woodie was the last puppy left of the litter. At first, we called him "Mr. Sleepy Head" because he liked to sleep all the time in the puppy box. As the number of puppies dwindled down, he became more and more a part of our family. One day, when he was the only puppy left, a family arrived and decided they would take him. We cried all day when our parents agreed to sell him. It was very traumatic.
The next day we received a call from the family. They said that "Mr. Sleepy Head" had cried and whined all night and kept Grandma awake, so they wanted to return him. Our parents agreed, and we celebrated and jumped for joy. We were SO happy to be getting our puppy back!
Soon after that, my 12th birthday rolled around, and my parents surprised me by saying he was MY present for my birthday. I was so thrilled. We had begun to call him Woodie because one night my dad said he was like Lonesome Dove, the last dog left. From that his name became Woodrow Call, a character in that book/movie. We shortened that name to Woodie. Woodie joined our two dogs to make our house the home of three Golden Retrievers.
Woodie slept with me every night in my room. Usually we'd start the night off with him in bed with me, under my covers, with me holding him like a body pillow. When he'd get hot he'd "hop down" and sleep on the ground. In the morning I'd tell him to "hop up," and he'd join me back on the bed. Mom and Dad blamed my allergies on Woodie sleeping in bed with me, but it is one of my most cherished times spent with him. As Woodie grew older and became less active, I'd still tell him to "hop up" and he'd try his very best to jump up on the bed. When he grew too old to hop up, I'd pick him up and put him on the bed, because I knew how much he wanted to please me and make me happy.
Whenever I was sad, Woodie was there for me. He seemed to be able to sense my emotions. He'd celebrate and dance when I was happy, and sit next to me and comfort me when I was sad.
Woodie moved with us to California, along with his mama, Biskie. He lived with us for a few years in California, even after his mama Biskie died. He seemed to deteriorate quicker after Biskie left. He began to have troubles breathing and arthritis was taking a hold of his body. One day, after a particularly bad spell the night before, we decided to put Woodie down. I was there with him through the whole procedure. I decided that since he was always there with me, I'd be there with him until the end. It was one of the hardest things I've had to do, but I know it was important for him. The vet and vet techs were very sad to put him down too, because everyone who knew Woodie loved him.
Woodie was a very special dog. He loved everyone and everyone loved him. His coat was a rich red color like his dad's, and he was always getting complimented on how beautiful he was. He loved to take naps, play outside, snuggle, go for walks, and get special treats to eat. He was very kind and loving. He is greatly missed by this family.
Woodie was one of ten puppies born to our Biskie and Bosco in March of 1991. Eight of the puppies survived. The puppies were a great time in the life of our family.
Woodie was the last puppy left of the litter. At first, we called him "Mr. Sleepy Head" because he liked to sleep all the time in the puppy box. As the number of puppies dwindled down, he became more and more a part of our family. One day, when he was the only puppy left, a family arrived and decided they would take him. We cried all day when our parents agreed to sell him. It was very traumatic.
The next day we received a call from the family. They said that "Mr. Sleepy Head" had cried and whined all night and kept Grandma awake, so they wanted to return him. Our parents agreed, and we celebrated and jumped for joy. We were SO happy to be getting our puppy back!
Soon after that, my 12th birthday rolled around, and my parents surprised me by saying he was MY present for my birthday. I was so thrilled. We had begun to call him Woodie because one night my dad said he was like Lonesome Dove, the last dog left. From that his name became Woodrow Call, a character in that book/movie. We shortened that name to Woodie. Woodie joined our two dogs to make our house the home of three Golden Retrievers.
Woodie slept with me every night in my room. Usually we'd start the night off with him in bed with me, under my covers, with me holding him like a body pillow. When he'd get hot he'd "hop down" and sleep on the ground. In the morning I'd tell him to "hop up," and he'd join me back on the bed. Mom and Dad blamed my allergies on Woodie sleeping in bed with me, but it is one of my most cherished times spent with him. As Woodie grew older and became less active, I'd still tell him to "hop up" and he'd try his very best to jump up on the bed. When he grew too old to hop up, I'd pick him up and put him on the bed, because I knew how much he wanted to please me and make me happy.
Whenever I was sad, Woodie was there for me. He seemed to be able to sense my emotions. He'd celebrate and dance when I was happy, and sit next to me and comfort me when I was sad.
Woodie moved with us to California, along with his mama, Biskie. He lived with us for a few years in California, even after his mama Biskie died. He seemed to deteriorate quicker after Biskie left. He began to have troubles breathing and arthritis was taking a hold of his body. One day, after a particularly bad spell the night before, we decided to put Woodie down. I was there with him through the whole procedure. I decided that since he was always there with me, I'd be there with him until the end. It was one of the hardest things I've had to do, but I know it was important for him. The vet and vet techs were very sad to put him down too, because everyone who knew Woodie loved him.
Woodie was a very special dog. He loved everyone and everyone loved him. His coat was a rich red color like his dad's, and he was always getting complimented on how beautiful he was. He loved to take naps, play outside, snuggle, go for walks, and get special treats to eat. He was very kind and loving. He is greatly missed by this family.
Written by Courtney Konopacky, Woodie's owner and Candice's daughter.
Woodie was one of ten puppies born to our Biskie and Bosco in March of 1991. Eight of the puppies survived. The puppies were a great time in the life of our family.
Woodie was the last puppy left of the litter. At first, we called him "Mr. Sleepy Head" because he liked to sleep all the time in the puppy box. As the number of puppies dwindled down, he became more and more a part of our family. One day, when he was the only puppy left, a family arrived and decided they would take him. We cried all day when our parents agreed to sell him. It was very traumatic.
The next day we received a call from the family. They said that "Mr. Sleepy Head" had cried and whined all night and kept Grandma awake, so they wanted to return him. Our parents agreed, and we celebrated and jumped for joy. We were SO happy to be getting our puppy back!
Soon after that, my 12th birthday rolled around, and my parents surprised me by saying he was MY present for my birthday. I was so thrilled. We had begun to call him Woodie because one night my dad said he was like Lonesome Dove, the last dog left. From that his name became Woodrow Call, a character in that book/movie. We shortened that name to Woodie. Woodie joined our two dogs to make our house the home of three Golden Retrievers.
Woodie slept with me every night in my room. Usually we'd start the night off with him in bed with me, under my covers, with me holding him like a body pillow. When he'd get hot he'd "hop down" and sleep on the ground. In the morning I'd tell him to "hop up," and he'd join me back on the bed. Mom and Dad blamed my allergies on Woodie sleeping in bed with me, but it is one of my most cherished times spent with him. As Woodie grew older and became less active, I'd still tell him to "hop up" and he'd try his very best to jump up on the bed. When he grew too old to hop up, I'd pick him up and put him on the bed, because I knew how much he wanted to please me and make me happy.
Whenever I was sad, Woodie was there for me. He seemed to be able to sense my emotions. He'd celebrate and dance when I was happy, and sit next to me and comfort me when I was sad.
Woodie moved with us to California, along with his mama, Biskie. He lived with us for a few years in California, even after his mama Biskie died. He seemed to deteriorate quicker after Biskie left. He began to have troubles breathing and arthritis was taking a hold of his body. One day, after a particularly bad spell the night before, we decided to put Woodie down. I was there with him through the whole procedure. I decided that since he was always there with me, I'd be there with him until the end. It was one of the hardest things I've had to do, but I know it was important for him. The vet and vet techs were very sad to put him down too, because everyone who knew Woodie loved him.
Woodie was a very special dog. He loved everyone and everyone loved him. His coat was a rich red color like his dad's, and he was always getting complimented on how beautiful he was. He loved to take naps, play outside, snuggle, go for walks, and get special treats to eat. He was very kind and loving. He is greatly missed by this family.
Woodie was one of ten puppies born to our Biskie and Bosco in March of 1991. Eight of the puppies survived. The puppies were a great time in the life of our family.
Woodie was the last puppy left of the litter. At first, we called him "Mr. Sleepy Head" because he liked to sleep all the time in the puppy box. As the number of puppies dwindled down, he became more and more a part of our family. One day, when he was the only puppy left, a family arrived and decided they would take him. We cried all day when our parents agreed to sell him. It was very traumatic.
The next day we received a call from the family. They said that "Mr. Sleepy Head" had cried and whined all night and kept Grandma awake, so they wanted to return him. Our parents agreed, and we celebrated and jumped for joy. We were SO happy to be getting our puppy back!
Soon after that, my 12th birthday rolled around, and my parents surprised me by saying he was MY present for my birthday. I was so thrilled. We had begun to call him Woodie because one night my dad said he was like Lonesome Dove, the last dog left. From that his name became Woodrow Call, a character in that book/movie. We shortened that name to Woodie. Woodie joined our two dogs to make our house the home of three Golden Retrievers.
Woodie slept with me every night in my room. Usually we'd start the night off with him in bed with me, under my covers, with me holding him like a body pillow. When he'd get hot he'd "hop down" and sleep on the ground. In the morning I'd tell him to "hop up," and he'd join me back on the bed. Mom and Dad blamed my allergies on Woodie sleeping in bed with me, but it is one of my most cherished times spent with him. As Woodie grew older and became less active, I'd still tell him to "hop up" and he'd try his very best to jump up on the bed. When he grew too old to hop up, I'd pick him up and put him on the bed, because I knew how much he wanted to please me and make me happy.
Whenever I was sad, Woodie was there for me. He seemed to be able to sense my emotions. He'd celebrate and dance when I was happy, and sit next to me and comfort me when I was sad.
Woodie moved with us to California, along with his mama, Biskie. He lived with us for a few years in California, even after his mama Biskie died. He seemed to deteriorate quicker after Biskie left. He began to have troubles breathing and arthritis was taking a hold of his body. One day, after a particularly bad spell the night before, we decided to put Woodie down. I was there with him through the whole procedure. I decided that since he was always there with me, I'd be there with him until the end. It was one of the hardest things I've had to do, but I know it was important for him. The vet and vet techs were very sad to put him down too, because everyone who knew Woodie loved him.
Woodie was a very special dog. He loved everyone and everyone loved him. His coat was a rich red color like his dad's, and he was always getting complimented on how beautiful he was. He loved to take naps, play outside, snuggle, go for walks, and get special treats to eat. He was very kind and loving. He is greatly missed by this family.
