Woody is one of those dogs that I just had to run down the street to see. He just looked so alert, and happy, and playful, and goofy. When his mom told me he was a German shepherd husky mix, it made a lot of sense, given that attitude.
When I got to him, he demonstrated his attitude: he made a lot of noise. He howled. He barked. And he absolutely demanded to be petted. What could I do but oblige?