My Dog Lucky
by Joan Wilcox
My dog Lucky was perhaps the only dog of his kind. He was ½ poodle, ¼ Bichon and ¼ German Wire-haired pointer. There is not another dog in the world like him.
Everybody thinks their dog is the best looking dog, and I am no exception. Lucky had the absolute most perfect face. He had a broad face with beautiful eyes, wonderful ears and an ever changing nose; sometimes black, sometimes spotty. I loved to run my finger from the tip of his nose onto the top of his head following the gentle curve of his nose. He had legs that were too short or perhaps a body that was a little too long and just a nub of a tail. I always wonder if he had a tail that someone lopped off. The hair on his head was as soft as chenille and down his back a little coarser due to the wire haired pointer. The bottom of his feet were jet black like a polar bear. His skin was white or pink except for the intermittent black spots that you could only see when he was wet. His hair was wavy and curly depending on its length. When it was wet, it was like wet toilet paper. He was rather chesty. I hugged him relentlessly because I just couldn’t get enough of him.
When my son Jonathan moved out of our house he took Jake with him. I thought for sure he would grow tired of taking care of him and bring him back, but he didn’t. After about a year I decided we needed to get a dog of our own because we missed him so much. I called Happy Tails, our local groomer, to see if they knew of a Poodle breeder I could contact and Dawn, the owner, told me that the local rescue agency just received a poodle mix that had become available for adoption. He was going to be at Petco tonight! My youngest son, Davey and I wolfed down our dinner to get up there so we would be first in line to see this dog that Dawn thought would be just right for us...Rundelania