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Last night, while Mom, Dad, Chloe and I were eating dinner, Mom asked us a question. “Do either of you pups have any New Year’s resolutions?”

“New Year’s what?” I asked, confused.

“New Year’s resolutions,” Mom repeated. “Usually, at the beginning of a brand new calendar year, people make resolutions. They resolve – or make promises – to improve themselves, develop a good habit, or set a goal.”

“But it’s already the 9th day of the month,” I replied. “Aren’t we too late?”

“It’s never too late to improve ourselves,” Dad answered. He went on to explain the practice of New Year’s resolutions dated back over 4,000 years and that most people set a resolution to lose weight, exercise more, or save more money.

Although I wasn’t familiar with the word resolution, I did know what a goal was. Mom and Dad consistently talked about the importance of setting SMART goals. SMART was an acronym – meaning each letter in the word stood for another word.

S – Specific

M – Measurable

A – Achievable

R – Realistic

T – Timely

“A goal needs to be something that’s specific and realistic, that can  be measured and achieved in a timely manner,” Dad had explained. “Some goals are short-term goals while other goals are long-term.”

Not only did our parents talk about goals, we set goals and worked toward them. When our first Woody book came out in 2003, Mom and Dad set a goal to speak to kids in every county of Kentucky. Here we are, 16 years later, and we are still working on that goal. To date, we’ve spoken to kids in 117 of 120 counties. Just so you know – once we reach that goal, we won’t stop traveling and speaking! No way! We’ll just set a new long-term goal.

“So,” Mom continued, “now that you know what they are, I’ll ask again: Do you have any New Year’s resolutions?” Chloe said she was going to have to give it some thought, but I immediately knew one resolution. “I’m going to do a better job writing in my online diary and keeping up with my blog.”

“Excellent goal,” Dad praised. “Can you be more specific than ‘better job’?”

“I’m going to write my blog every day,” I proudly announced. Immediately, 3 sets of  eyes stared at me.

“Is that realistic?” Mom asked.

“I’m going to write my blog once a we…”

I saw Mom raise an eyebrow before I finished the word.

“I’m going to write my blog once a month,” I announced with confidence.

“Perfect,” everyone replied.

I’ll ask you the same question Mom asked me: Do you have a New Year’s resolution? Have you set a SMART goal? It’s not too late. Remember, goals can be hard work, but they’re worth it. Mom loves a quote by a lady named Estee Lauder. I don’t know who she is but I love what she says.

“I didn’t get there by wishing for it or hoping for it, but by working for it.” – Estee Lauder

Chloe and I are cheering for each of you as you set a goal and work toward it. Email us and let us know what your goal is. I’ll see you back here next month! In the meantime…




Avery and The Kids

Someone once said that our perfect companions never have less than four feet! In our house, we agree! Dogs, cats, horses, pigs, fish – makes no difference to us. We love them all. Mom and Dad are always talking about how they believe that God gives people the responsibility and privilege to care for our furry friends. Chloe and I, along with the rest of our gang, are so thankful our parents feel that way or we wouldn’t be a family.

When we moved to Boyle County this past March, we found ourselves in the midst of horses, cows, pigs and goats – and of course more dogs and cats. Last week, Mom received a text from our neighbor, Debbie. (Debbie, along with her grandchildren, Avery, Grant and twins Maddy and Kendall, are also the Official Dog Sitters of The Gang.) Debbie said Avery had two baby goats at the house and knew Mom and Dad would enjoy seeing them. Chloe and I wanted to go but Mom said we might scare the kids.

“But Mom, the kids love us! I replied.

“I was referring to the baby goats, Woody,” Mom laughed, ruffling my hair. “They’re called kids.”

“Oh, I knew that,” I said, trying to recover.

Mom and Dad trekked next door and was greeted by Debbie, her four grandkids and the two kids (baby goats, that is). Of course, my parents fell in love. Dad grew up on a farm and was no stranger to goats, but Mom had never held one before. She even got to feed the goat its bottle! When my parents returned home, they showed us pictures and told us all about them.


“They are Avery’s goats,” Mom informed. “The kids weren’t getting enough milk from their mom so Avery and her family are bottle-feeding them.”

We first met Avery several years ago when we spent the day and evening at Perryville Elementary School here in Boyle County. At that time, we didn’t have any idea we would be living in the Perryville area, right next door to her grandmother. A few days after my parents visited the baby goats, Mom and I were talking to Avery, who is now 12 years old and a 7th grader at Boyle County Middle School, and we asked her how it all got started.

“When I was 5, my mother and I went to the Boyle County 4H/FFA Investment in Youth Sale. One of the goats going through the sale had pink and purple spray-painted legs, so I turned to my mother and said, ‘Mommy, I want a pink and purple goat.’ And thus, began my obsession. The following spring, I purchased my first goat, Diego.”

I asked Avery if Diego was pink and purple but she said he wasn’t. And she said Diego was the first of many goats. Just by talking to Avery, we learned lots of facts. Young goats – whether they are boys or girls – are called kids. Female goats are called does or nannies. Male goats are called billies or bucks and male goats who’ve been altered are called wethers.

“What do you do with all those goats?” I asked.

“We breed them or show them. The wethers I show are meat goats so the judges are looking for muscle and shape. There’s a lot that goes into preparing for a show from working the goats with our Secret Work-Out Schedule or clipping them perfectly, working to teach them to lead, brace and stand still for long periods of time. Teaching them has to start when they are very early if we want them to be good.”

state fair Avery

Avery has shown goats at the Boyle County Fair, Kentucky State Fair, and many other events. And she’s been overall Grand Champion numerous times. In addition, Avery was named Outstanding 4-Her in Boyle County this past year! How incredible is that! Not only does Avery love goats, but all the other animals too – which is why her dream is to be a veterinarian. She even got a microscope for Christmas!

state fair

As impressive as that is, we don’t have to compete in shows or own scientific equipment to benefit animals. We just have to make sure our friends have food and water, plenty of exercise and lots of love.   So, in this season of bitter cold and snow, make sure your animals are well cared for. Clean their feet and bellies after they walk and remember their paws can get frostbite if they are outside too long. And don’t forget about our friends at the local animal shelter. Help them out by donating blankets and extra food. It’s all part of Working and Dreaming like a BIG DOG!


PS – A little joke for you about goats:

Why did the dog stop talking to the goat?

Because he kept butting in!




Burgin, Bicycles and Burgers

This past Saturday, Mom and Dad left Chloe and me – along with the rest of our Gang – at home while they went out for a few hours. A few weeks ago, they had been contacted by a lady who had our books but needed them signed for a charity auction. They planned to meet the lady and sign the books. “Don’t worry about it, Woody,” Mom said. “Your dad and I will take care of meeting the lady and signing the books. You, Chloe, and the rest of the Gang can stay home. We won’t be gone long.”

Mom and Dad met the lady in Harrodsburg – a town about 20 minutes away from our house. When they left Harrodsburg, they took Highway 152 and went to another town in Mercer County – the tiny town of Burgin. “What’s in Burgin?” you ask. The Burgin Dairy Barn – otherwise known as one of Mom and Dad’s favorite places to eat.burgin-dairy-barn.jpg

Mom and Dad were sitting outside, eating their usual lunch of cheeseburgers, Cajun fries and a vanilla/chocolate swirl ice cream cone when – like always – they struck up a conversation with the guy eating lunch on the bench beside them. Immediately, Mom and Dad realized the guy wasn’t from Kentucky. “How did you know he wasn’t from Kentucky?” I asked, as Mom and Dad told us the story. “Because he had a northeast accent,” Dad explained. Turns out, the man’s name was Jay. Jay is a Certified Public Accountant from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and had an interesting story.

Back in September, Jay and his trusty bicycle boarded a plane to Los Angeles, California where he met up with several of his buddies. He and his friends left LA on September 10th with the goal of riding their bicycle across the United States. Mom and Dad asked where other cyclists were. “Sometimes we ride together, other times we ride at our own pace and meet each other at a designated spot to camp for the night,” he explained. That night, they were all meeting in Berea, Kentucky. Every few days they would stop somewhere and do their laundry. Sometimes they would stay in a hotel, other times they had to sleep at a campground. Part of their trip was on US Bike Route 76 – a bike route that runs from Missouri to Virginia. However, some of their route was on major roads and freeways. Whatever the case, Jay and his buddies were seeing beautiful scenery – and getting lots of exercise too!

Mom asked Jay what his favorite place had been. “Kentucky’s hard to beat,” he responded. “The people are so friendly.” Of course we all agreed!

“It was really tough at first,” Jay told Mom and Dad. “In fact, around the 3rd day I almost packed up and flew home.” He persevered and was now over halfway to his goal.  “We should arrive back home in Philly in another month,” he explained.

“We should ride our bikes across the United States,” I suggested to Mom and Dad. “Uh, I don’t think your tricycle could make it that far, Woody,” Dad replied, scratching my ears. He’s probably right, so for now I will just root Jay and his buddies on.

“We learned a lot by talking to Jay,” Mom informed.

“What else did you learn?” Chloe asked.

“Well,” Mom continued, “we were reminded once again that people shouldn’t have their cell phones out when driving since it would be really dangerous for everyone – especially to those riding bicycles or walking, we learned about Bike Route 76, and we learned that it always pays to strike up a conversation with someone and make a new friend.”

So that’s our encouragement to you today. Be careful on the road – whether you are driving, riding or walking, and take the time to meet someone new and make a new friend! And, as always, remember to Work and Dream like a BIG DOG!



Several months ago, our family packed up all our belongings in Shepherdsville, KY and moved southeast to Boyle County, Kentucky – more specifically between Perryville and Danville – although much closer to Perryville. Perryville is a small town of about 762 people and is located on the Chaplin River. The town is known for The Battle of Perryville, which was a major battle in the Civil War. We love it because Chloe and I have plenty of grass to roll in and dirt to dig in, cows and horses to look at, and we rarely hear sirens or traffic noise. The best part about living in a small town is that everyone knows each other and looks out for one another.

A few months ago, a lady in town invited us to attend an art exhibit in Perryville. We asked where the exhibit was held and learned it was at Walden Funeral Home – the local funeral home in town. “THE FUNERAL HOME?” we asked. “Well, of course!” she answered, as if every art exhibit was held at the funeral home. So Mom and Dad went. The art was beautiful and they immediately became friends with the funeral director, David Walden. Mr. David said, “You know, in a small town, the funeral home is one of the nicest buildings around – and it stays empty more than it stays busy. So we like to do community events. Would Woody and Chloe do a book signing here?” Mom came home and asked Chloe and me. “Sure! Why not?” we answered. So Tuesday night , October 17th, at 7:00 pm, we will be at the Walden Funeral Home in Perryville. If you’re anywhere in the area, come out and see us. You can drop in any time and see Chloe and me, meet Mom and Dad, have your picture taken with us, have a book signed if you like, or just visit. Whatever the case, I promise we will have a te-RUFF-ic time! Besides, it will give us a chance to meet even more of our neighbors and learn their names. Mom and Dad are always reminding Chloe and me that it is very important to listen to someone when they tell us his or her name – and then remember it and use it.  Mom and Dad love the book, “How To Win Friends and Influence People” by Mr. Dale Carnegie. Mr. Carnegie says “A person’s name is the sweetest sound in any language.” So we work hard at trying to remember names. It’s all part of Working & Dreaming like a BIG DOG!

See you tomorrow night at 7:00!


PS – The Forkland Heritage Festival was a huge success. Check out our Facebook page for pictures!

A Day in the Life of a Wiener Dog

Chloe and I were just going over our calendar for the next two weeks. School visits, presenting at a conference, a book signing at a festival, speaking at a homeless shelter and even doing a program at a funeral home – more on that later. A busy few days for sure. Add in cat naps, digging in the yard, chew toys and barking at the vacuum cleaner and we our schedule is packed! But we wouldn’t have it any other way! I mean, how many other wiener dogs get to travel around with their wiener dog sister, Chloe, and their human Mom and Dad? Not many. We are lucky dogs for sure. You see, I was the runt of the litter. The farmer said I would “never amount to anything.” But that was before a lady came and rescued me. I will never forget it! I was in the back of the barn, all alone. I remember someone reaching down and scooping me up. This lady was so kind – and she smelled oh so good – like fresh-baked sugar cookies. The best part? She never put me down. She carried me outside the barn, named me “Mr. Dogwood Furr” and called me “Woody” for short. Immediately, I had a mom and a wiener dog sister named Chloe. Not too long after, Mom married Dad. Our family was complete. Now, our family has grown to include lots of animals, 8 published books, several published newspaper serial stories, a passel of awards under our collar, thousands of miles traveled and countless friends!  I’ll say it again – lucky dogs for sure!

Just last week someone said, “Woody, why don’t you blog anymore?” That was all it took. I asked Mom if I could have another blog account. “I’d love for you to blog, Woody,” Mom answered. “But people are busy. So if they are stopping to read what you have to say, make sure it counts. Use your words to encourage others.” I’m still not sure how I can encourage others, but I promised Mom I’d try.

Mom, Dad, Chloe and I are getting ready for a two-day festival called the Forkland Heritage Festival and Revue. The festival honors Veterans. We’ve been working hard on our booth. Dad has made lots of neat things for us to display. If you’re in the area, please come see us.

I asked Dad why Veterans were so special. “Woody, think about all the things you have – a nice, warm bed, plenty of food, freedom to run and play and learn. Well someone gave up all of those things – plus so much more – so you wouldn’t have to give them up.” As I listened to Dad, I realized just how special these men and women really were. I may not have the opportunity to serve in our Armed Forces, but I could definitely honor the people who do serve and have served. And I would work hard to be best citizen I could be.

I’ll be sure to post lots of pics from the festival so check back soon! In the meantime, “Work and Dream like a BIG DOG!”