Dead Ringer 1 Poem by Pleasant Dabbs

I have an albino Springer who's a dead ringer for a bear
He's husky like one but playful like a canine
It was time for him learn some tricks
We started with "roll over", trick number nine
With a milk bone I swirled my arm
He followed directions and started to sway
But got stuck on his back, couldn't go the whole way
We tickled his tummy...and that made him turn
With plenty of practice, we knew that he'd learn
We did it again, but once again he muffed
He'd probably make it if his hair weren't so puffed

c aaron

(here's the picture of our...well, maybe not a Springer, but he is puffy)