Our Canine Legacy
Through years and hearts, their paws have tread,
With love unbound, their spirits spread.
A legacy of loyal grace,
Each dog has left a cherished trace.
The Family Canine Legacy
Sergeant Chip, so bold, so true,
A guardian strong, with eyes that knew—
A silent vow, a steadfast might,
A sentinel in darkest night.
He loved Karen, stood by her side,
A loyal heart, a source of pride.
Scamp, the rogue, the trickster bright,
A beagle? Perhaps—but oh, what flight!
Through fences high and snowbanks wide,
He’d dash with glee and bound with pride.
Yet through it all, he placed above
None but the joy of Karen’s love.
Derek, brave, of shepherd kind,
A friend to Kenny, firm and kind.
Side by side, through days they roamed,
In laughter’s light, their bond was honed.
And Ruger, oh, the wily thief,
Who’d steal a lunch beyond belief!
Grandpa’s sandwich, gone so fast,
A legend of the playful past.
But when he left, the home grew dim,
For love was lost along with him.
Now comes Winchester, sweet and fair,
A little queen beyond compare.
With gentle paws and loving eyes,
She claims her reign beneath the skies.
She walks with Mémère, steps in tune,
And basks in love from morn till moon.
Each morning bright, her joy’s complete,
With one small egg—a daily treat!
For Emily, her heart beats true,
A bond of gold, forever new.
The Omak Pack
Far to the west, where mountains rise,
Another pack beneath the skies.
Regal, fierce, yet filled with love,
They guard, they play, they dig and shove.
Murph, the mighty Malamute,
Jogged with Rochelle, strong and astute.
Ate children’s socks—then with a grin,
Returned them not, but shed them thin!
His brother Arrow, proud and keen,
A shepherd bold with stance serene.
He stood his ground, he played his part,
A steadfast friend, a fearless heart.
Max, the loudest, barked with might,
Craig’s own pride from morn till night.
A voice like thunder, deep and wide,
Yet love and loyalty inside.
Then Gunner, swift, a Malinois,
With piercing eyes and perfect jaw.
And Odin, pup with boundless glee,
Still learning where his paws should be.
They dig, they chase, they bound with grace,
A noble pack, a strong embrace.
Though Murph and Arrow now have flown,
Their spirits live in fields they’ve known.
A Legacy in Paw Prints
Through wagging tails and loyal eyes,
Their love still lingers, never dies.
A family’s heart, a tale so sweet,
In every paw print at our feet.