How many winter walks
ended with burrs matted
in curly Wheaton hair;
how you wriggled
to escape the grooming,
how we laughed at your
jokester antics?
Your spirit still fills
the empty spaces,
I hear the jingle of
your collar, catch
a whiff of terrier fluff,
pull on an invisible leash
whenever I encounter burrs.
(For Cee’s Flower of the Day)
One Woman's Quest II 
Really love this.
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Thank you.
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Oh, love this … the image and the memories.
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Thanks Jazz. Something only a dog owner can appreciate.
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