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)
Breakfast all slopping
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.
tail thumping on the hardwood floor at the slightest hint
in it all.