Want a Woodle — Wow, Would I!

I asked my husband to stop the car immediately.  “I’ve got to know what kind of dog that is,” I blurted out, as we were driving up a hill and an unfamiliar animal came into sight. Definitely part poodle, that much we knew.  Had a soft-coated wheaten terrier jumped the fence?   It was, for the moment, the most adorable dog I’d ever seen and I wanted to know more. “It’s a woodle,” she told us, smiling — and  mentioned that it was more than a handful, too. “A poodle and what else?” And as the appearance of another car made it impossible for us to have an on-site woodle lovefest,  I missed  hearing how she identified the  second part of the mix, and urged my husband to hurry home so I could google woodle.  I’ve never come home to a dog, but I’m not short on knowing my favorites.  I can hear WMB shouting — a beagle, a beagle-basset mix is the best!  Back in my Humphreyville days, I once went beagling, but that’s where my beagle ties end.  They’re great dogs and I always point them out when WMB’s behind the wheel, to make sure he won’t miss an opportunity to remind me that they’re the best.  Years ago, our son made friends with  a sheltie from two houses away, who made frequent visits to our house. Not to forget Maggie, the ultra-lovable golden retriever he’d play with across the street. “Neighbors’ dogs are the best,” my husband reminds me when I start getting dog-happy.   And I’ve never worked on a campaign without canine company chasing tails while we called.  Corgis on the Merkely campaign.  Everyone brought in their corgis — well, two volunteers and a staffer did.  Queen Elizabeth never stopped by.