Big old lug of a bear dog.
Gentle longfaced giant
tagged with Grace.

Our slow padding first-thing walks down to the jetty (she could drag me out to sea if she wanted)

and back

Breakfast all slopping
then crunching
then dripping from her ink brush moustache painting water-Morse trails through the house.

Arthritis snags her right hip a little as she squats to pee or mechanically folds herself into observant rest.

Then

tail thumping on the hardwood floor at the slightest hint

of happiness
in it all.

Location:

Kissing Point.
Sydney, Australia.