{"id":3222,"date":"2019-07-03T12:02:30","date_gmt":"2019-07-03T16:02:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/?p=3222"},"modified":"2019-07-03T12:12:16","modified_gmt":"2019-07-03T16:12:16","slug":"i-do-not-know-why-woody-love-me-no-big-reason-to-do-so","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/?p=3222","title":{"rendered":"I do not know why WOODY love me? No big reason to do so."},"content":{"rendered":"
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I DO NOT KNOW WHY WOODY LOVES ME<\/font><\/div>\n

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alan skeoch<\/font><\/div>\n
July 2019<\/font><\/div>\n

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I do not know why WOODY love me, but he does.<\/font><\/p>\n

He has no special reason to love me unless being taken for <\/font><\/div>\n
granted is a reason.<\/font><\/div>\n
I do not spend a lot of time petting him as others do.<\/font><\/div>\n
Even strangers  give him more attention than I do.<\/font><\/div>\n
But he love me.<\/font><\/div>\n
How Do I know that he loves me?<\/font><\/div>\n
He waits at the bottom of the stairs each morning for me to descend, his  tail thumping<\/font><\/div>\n
the floor or the wall.<\/font><\/div>\n
And then as my foot touches the bottom step he leans into me\u2026body tight and tipped,<\/font><\/div>\n
tail whistling in its own created wind.<\/font><\/div>\n
Ah, I know you think I feed him and that food is the love  trigger.<\/font><\/div>\n
But I only feed him occasionally, maybe four times a  month.<\/font><\/div>\n
Every other day Marjorie feeds him.<\/font><\/div>\n
She also brushes him, walks him, doctors him when he has a sore paw<\/font><\/div>\n
or an oozing coyote tear.<\/font><\/div>\n
But he loves me.<\/font><\/div>\n
Loves Marjorie as  well but she has earned his love.<\/font><\/div>\n
I have not.<\/font><\/div>\n
Yet he waits beside my truck lying prone on the green grass<\/font><\/div>\n
anticipating a ride to nowhere in particular as long as it is with me.<\/font><\/div>\n
And when I drive in the lane alone, Woody rushes out to<\/font><\/div>\n
the drivers  side with his nose tight to the crack where the door will open.<\/font><\/div>\n
He does this  every time I come home alone.<\/font><\/div>\n
I might rub his  forehead  a bit but otherwise do not go crazy with affection.<\/font><\/div>\n
But I know he loves  me.<\/font><\/div>\n
Sometimes  he goes crazy when I pull in and he starts to run around<\/font><\/div>\n
in big circles, all four feet in the air such is his  speed\u2026he runs in great loops<\/font><\/div>\n
around trees and buildings always  arriving back close to me.<\/font><\/div>\n
He wears his joy in ways such as this<\/font><\/div>\n
And when he disappears  and I call him with frustration in my voice<\/font><\/div>\n
I always find he is just behind me\u2026silently padding along as I search<\/font><\/div>\n
for him with impatience in my voice.<\/font><\/div>\n
Woody does  not like to be bad but he can be bad at times,<\/font><\/div>\n
especially when we fail to keep the garbage high off the ground<\/font><\/div>\n
or when a pound  of  butter is  left tantalizingly balanced on the edge<\/font><\/div>\n
of the kitchen island.<\/font><\/div>\n
He  will steal\u2026temptation becomes just too great.<\/font><\/div>\n
And when he steals and I get angry Woody drops to the floor<\/font><\/div>\n
Rolls over on his back <\/font><\/div>\n
Offers his life<\/font><\/div>\n
And rolls his eyes<\/font><\/div>\n
Which makes discipline seem an invitation<\/font><\/div>\n
For me to raise my voice in anger.<\/font><\/div>\n
But he loves me still.<\/font><\/div>\n
Why?<\/font><\/div>\n
On two occasions I have forgotten he is with me at the farm<\/font><\/div>\n
And driven part way home before reaching my hand behind me <\/font><\/div>\n
in search of his paw on the bench seat.<\/font><\/div>\n
Most times that paw is present.<\/font><\/div>\n
But twice, maybe more, it has not been there<\/font><\/div>\n
And I have stopped, cursed, turned around and retraced my way.<\/font><\/div>\n
Only to find Woody waiting for my return curled up on the farm porch.<\/font><\/div>\n
He loves me\u2026trusts me\u2026with little reason to do so.<\/font><\/div>\n
Love is one of the great mysteries of life on this earth.<\/font><\/div>\n
The decision to Love is  a force more powerful than any other\u2026stronger than greed,<\/font><\/div>\n
anger, pride, self-obsession\u2026<\/font><\/div>\n
Love is irrational I think<\/font><\/div>\n
For Woody has no earthly reason to love me so much.<\/font><\/div>\n
I have given him no reason to do so.<\/font><\/div>\n
And yet he loves me.<\/font><\/div>\n
He does not expect me to change.<\/font><\/div>\n
He does not want me to change.<\/font><\/div>\n
He loves me as I am.<\/font><\/div>\n
Why?<\/font><\/div>\n

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alan skeoch<\/font><\/div>\n
July 2019<\/font><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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