It’s a treasure, a rare jewel and extraordinary gift. Well, not really a gift, more like a “finders keepers, losers weepers” sort of thing – and to think it was a result of one of the scariest moments in my life – a moment when my heart was racing, my paws were sweatyee I’m sorry. I’m rambling on and haven’t introduced myself. I’m Mr. Dogwood, but my friends and family call me Woody.