LUCA At Eight Months

Who has a wet beard and muddy feet? 
He's our Spinone. 
Who howls "Woo-woo" when he wants to eat? 
He's our Spinone.

Who lies down in sections like a giraffe? 
Who's a bratwurst tail makes us laugh? 
Who has stiff whiskers on his face 
And trots about with easy grace? 
You guessed it - our Spinone.

"Come. Sit. Stay. Down," we say a lot 
Those Figure Eights are easy - NOT! 
Our golden, Happy, must be spayed 
Of goldenoni we're afraid. 
White hairs all around the floor 
Dirty streaks on the kitchen door 
The sofa has an awful rip 
The floor's all wet. WAIT! Get a grip!

Who's SO delighted when he sees us 
And always tries his best to please us? 
Who tilts his head as he tries to listen 
That noble head of the 
Wiry Griffon? 
Our Luca is a gentleman 
We'll never he afraid of him.

Look at that face. 
Those trusting eyes. 
We love this dog, we realize.
What kind of dog is THAT? (eyes wide) 
"He's our Spinone," we say with pride.

Luca taking a nap with his "arm" around his "sister...."
Happy, 5mos.; Luca, 6mos. (8/92)

Reprinted from "The Spinone Newsletter" Vol.4 No. 1, Jan. 1993