Waking with Grizzy
This poem was inspired by Grizzy 7 years ago when we lived at Lock Lane. I was reminded of it after waking with Roo and Emmy this morning after playing 18 holes yesterday with Jim Cannon.
Waking with Grizzy 4.27.13 The blinds create an amber glow As the first light peaks through The dog on the floor breathes heavily Creating the occasional snore It comforts me to have her near I stretch my legs under the covers Shrugging off the stiffness From walking 18 holes It is a wholesome soreness The kind you get as a child The morning after a day of fun And I am content
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Jen Sullivan
We are at the beach introducing Allie to the surf. At one point yesterday, Nate said excitedly “Grizzy!” Sure enough, there was a beautiful brindled boxer behind us. We all smiled. She brought joy & contentment to many.
Bob Bush
We miss Grizzy…she had an awesome spirit!
Mary
I remember Grizzy. Beautiful dog
Mary
I remember Grizzy. Beautiful dog