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The moment I park in our driveway and open the car door she catapults onto my lap, administering a serious tail lashing, a wild woman attacking with kisses, paws passionately clawing my neck and face. Her forgiveness for my transgression is brutal.

October 24, 2017 8:18 pm

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Chapter 12: To Err is Human. To Forgive, Canine

 

Definitely something I can learn from Winnie.  Holding grudges versus forgiveness. Yeah. One of the biggies.

 

I do believe that Willie Nelson and Winifred are kindred spirits. Both love to get on the road again. Be it a quick trip to a taco truck or a longer car adventure, the moment I grab my hat, jacket and over-the-shoulder satchel, she is at the door never to be left behind. I open the back door of my SUV and she jumps in the back, gets in her wire travel crate, settles down on her pillow… does everything but shut the crate door and lock it. Seat belt for me. Travel crate for her. (More on that later.)  But for now, time to rock and roll!

Unfortunately, there are times when I need to leave her home. We have discussed this at some length. Well, I’ve talked. She’s listened. The point is, she is not a happy camper when I am out gallivanting about without her. She sees me prepare, grab my things, and watches miserably as I leave the house and close the door behind.

Betrayed! How could I do such a thing! For the next two or three hours I am gone, she sulks, roams the house and backyard… Utter misery, according to Barbara, who watches all of this from her home office window.

But does Winifred hold that against me upon my return? Does she give me the silent treatment and want to have nothing to do with me because I had the gall to go for a ride without her? Does she hold a grudge or vent her anger the moment I step in the house?

Winnie can’t wait that long. The moment I park in our driveway and open the car door she catapults onto my lap, administering a serious tail lashing, a wild woman attacking with kisses, paws passionately clawing my neck and face. Her forgiveness for my transgression is brutal. When she’s finished with me, I extricate myself from behind the wheel and notice a trickle of blood down my cheek. I have paid the price for deserting a loved one. And for me, that’s as good as it gets. Truly: To err is human. To forgive, canine.

Her affection is contagious.  In fact, I tried Winifred’s passionate homecoming with Barbara upon her return from grocery shopping.  Let me just say, there are things Winnie can get away with…

I still have much to learn. But nothing is certain. Except perhaps the words of 87-year-old French writer, Milan Kundera:

“Dogs are our link to paradise. They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent.
To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden,
where doing nothing was not boring – it was peace.”

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