I Am Woody: A Dog Who Prays, Believes, Loves, and Heals Tapa blanda - 2018

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I Am Woody. Come inside the mind, thoughts, and feelings of a dog with a wise old soul, very focused on helping and healing the humans in my life. Follow me through several homes where you will meet families and friends I have lived with, loved, prayed for, taught and learned from. Laugh, cry and love with me on my journey from Georgia to the Northeast to find Madolyn and help heal her breaking heart. Through my relationship and travels with her, I also touch the hearts and souls of her friends, while my own heart literally breaks and bleeds. But I'm comforted with the assurance I'm where I'm supposed to be, doing what I'm supposed to do, and that with my Madolyn, love always flows freely in both directions. Some say dogs come back as humans in their next life, and some people say all dogs go to Heaven, and both are partially correct. We sometimes go to Heaven, and we sometimes come back, but not as humans! We begin life with a love of humans already in us and and because love should always be a two way street, our baby canine noses can always smell whether people have the scent of the love of dogs on them or not. It's important that our owners love us as much as we love them, and when they do, we make our way back in the body of a new puppy so we can keep loving and healing people who need us. Did you every wonder why every little puppy is irresistibly, cute, sweet, and innocent when they come into the world? It's because puppies contain the souls of dogs who know how to love and be loved without any fear. That's why puppies are never mean. When my former owner, Old Maxwell, the kindest, sweetest, old gentleman the south had ever known, got sick and knew he was dying, he told me about Madolyn. Well, he didn't know her by name, he just said there was a lady out there somewhere I had to find. He said she needs me now, and I set out to find her as soon as I could. When his brother placed me in a kill shelter after Maxwell's death, I was confident it wasn't going to be the end for me. However, when I was adopted into the Hartford family I knew a terrible mistake was made but I still tried to be a good dog, and always do the right thing in their New York City penthouse apartment. While I'm there, you'll meet old Lucy, the blind dog I was to be a companion to, little Sam who needs and welcomes my companionship much more than the old dog, and Peter the dog walker with turquoise hair who doesn't have the scent of the love of dogs on him. The "scent of the love of dogs" is a common theme, and is possessed by many of the humans you will meet in my story.