Category Archives: Doggy Poetry

A Snorkie’s Thanksgiving Day Poem

By Opie, Snorkie Laureate of the house

The scents of autumn fill the air,

My nose is twitching for my share

Of delicious things that Mama makes-

Savory meats, veggies, tasty cakes.

It is that special time of year

When doggies all should stay quite near

When Mama or Daddy calls you close

Even if it is to give a dose

Of medicine for an itchy spot,

Or brush out the hairs that made a knot

Because after”Good Boy” will soon follow

Lovely things dogs love to swallow.


But I digress about the food

It puts me in such a mood

To recount the things for which I’m grateful.

So here we go … I have a plateful.


I give thanks for my family dear

Without whom I’d be prone to tear

And Sad, lonely — hungry too.

Thank you all for my rescue.

I am thankful also for all those folks

Who tire themselves trying to coax

Others to give deep and well

So other fur friend sadness they can quell,

And all the doggies and cats and things

Can find joy of home that parents bring

To loving pets who nuzzle and lick.

(Yes, I’m grateful as well, that I’m not sick.)

So, good home, good health and love are what I’m grateful for

And if I’d more time, I’d write some more,

But Happy Thanksgiving my Fur Friends.

Go eat some Turkey! This is the end!

Happy Thanksgiving!


 


 

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Ode to a Blue Donut and other Snorkie Poetry


 

 

Three Haikus on Blue Donuts and Soothing Baths

1

Blue donut collar

Hides my itchy bump from me.

When will all this stop?

2

A bath brings freedom.

Warm water soothes itchy bump.

Donut’s cast aside.

3

Blown dry silky smooth fur!

Oh No, the donut returns.

Freedom is short lived.


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Ode to the Blue Donut

 

If you weren’t around my neck, I’d use you as a toy.

I’d chew and pound and roll on you and earn a strong “Good Boy!”

If you were free from my poor neck, I’d drag you to my crate,

I’d hide you with my bones and sticks until a later date.

 

But you are wrapped around my neck, linked firmly to my collar.

Your bulbous shape defeats my lick and makes me want to holler!

You’re with me in my waking hours and when I go to pee.

I dream of tearing you to shreds then licking at my knee.


One day I will be free of you, you blue inflated neck brace.

The squirrels no longer will be free to laugh right into my face.

I know you’re something that I need. I am resigned to it.

That doesn’t mean that I don’t wish you thrown into a pit.

 

That hope springs eternal is an often quoted phrase,

I hang my wishes on that line that freedom comes in days.

 





 


Snorkie Poetry – Photographic Haiku

Haiku #1 — Sunshine

 

Contemplative mood

In the warm sunshine kissed grass.

And lone Opie basks.

 

Haiku#2 – My ball

 

It’s pink and green fun!

Round entertainment he loves.

It’s mine! No fetching now!


Happy Birthday to my Hu –Brother Michael!

A Birthday Poem in honor of my Hu-brother’s 9th Birthday!


 

 

If I had a birthday wish for you,

It’d be you were a puppy too!

I’d sniff your butt and lick your nose

And you’d have claws instead of toes.

We’d chew up Mama’s favorite shoes,

And piddle on Dad’s important News.

But you’re not a puppy. That is clear,

But you have the heart or pretty near

Of one who loves to jump and play.

So that is why I have to say,

You are my funny human brother

Who lets me share his dearest mother

And snuggle in the bed sometimes

And helps me make up silly rhymes.

You let me chew up all your laces

And you scratch me in all the places

That I love and need a rub!

Yes, you are the king of belly rub!

Sometimes I chew a little off your toe

But you never tell me Whoa!

You play full out and fast and hard

And that is why I call you “pard”.

You put beef broth into my food

For that you are the coolest dude!

I hope you get all your treats,

And we’ll play more as weather heats!

Happy Birthday Dearest Mike

I hope you get all the stuff you like!

 

 
Licks and Tummy Rubs

and

Lots of Love,

 

Your puppy brother


Opie

 


 

 

 

 

 


Twas the Night Before Opie’s First Christmas with Us.


 

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house

Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.

It was my first Eve, first Nativity day

With a tree in our house with which I could not play.

It had colorful balls, shiny, blue, green and red,

That my mom called “off limits,” or I would be dead.

The base of the tree smelled of pine and outdoors.

But no marking the base, presents, branches or floors.

“Your leg better stay down, ’round the tree, Opie dear”

If it goes up, I’m sure you’ll have much to fear”

So, ignoring the tree, I curled up in my bed.

And visions of poultry danced round in my head.



I was dreaming of chicken and turkey and beef

When suddenly I heard sounds much like a thief.

Low growl in my throat, tail straight as an arrow,

I licked my chops, and thought, “Go straight for his marrow!”



I jumped off of our bed quick, nails hitting the floor

And then padded softly to peek through the door.

But what to my “wonderous” eyes should appear,

But a fat bearded guy sporting GI-NORMOUS rear.

He was pulling out presents from out of his pack,

And filling up stockings mom’d hung on a rack!

He had gaily wrapped Wii games and Nintendo stuff.

It was all for my boys so I couldn’t be gruff.

It was Santa who mom said would come on this night

To bring presents and gifts to be opened first light.

He wore a great big fur suit just like Mama Said,

I’m a color blind dog, but I’ll bet it was red.

He had a white beard, looked like squirrel tails to me.

He scratched at the thing – Oh, poor guy has a flea!

 



He turned from the tree and he beckoned to me.

I padded right over and he knelt on his knee.

He smelled just like chicken, beef and nut butter,

And as I got closer my heart started to flutter.

He had something to give me that smelled just delicious

And I knew that he’d read each and all of my wishes.

I tore off the wrapping and whined with great glee.

It was a fluffy squirrel toy made especially for me.

Old Santa then gave me a gentle head pat,

Then he scratched at my neck till I started to mat.

He drank milk and ate cookies that my boys had left.

I could see right away why he had so much heft.


He patted the couch and turned on the tube.

And then watched the game DVR’d for this Dude.

He split the last cookie with me in the end.

And I knew that I’d count him forever a friend.

With a belch of delight, he turned off the game,

Rose to full height then did what gave him fame.

He lay his gnarled finger on the side of his nose,

Yuck, I thought, but then up the chimney he rose.


I heard a big racket go on, on our roof.

As I looked out the windows, I saw a big hoof

And well reined up beasts with big antlers — bells ringing.

Next Christmas I knew I would have all of the meaning

Why people on Christmas are especially great

Because the Spirit of Giving is the best ghost to date.

So good night Old Santa! Keep going on with your chores

And know that the welcome at our house forever is yours.



P.S.

Next Christmas could I have one of Blitzen’s Antlers?



Haikus – Bully for Bully Stick

 

Yes, I have the soul of a poet.

Haiku #1

Steer muscle baton

brings happiness to Opie,

but where to hide it?

 

 

 

 

Haiku #2

Oh, my lovely, lovely bully stick!

Meaty stick brings joy

and instinct to hide it well.

Alas, no digging.

 

 

 

 

 

Haiku #3

Hedgehog and Antler

Abandoned for Bolly.

Poor hog,  poor antler.

 

Haiku #4

Safe and secure place!

Bully meat stick hidden well.

Uh oh! Where is it?

Only squeaky ball remains loyal.

Haiku#5

My hedge hog has fled.

Only bone and ball remain.

Oh well, ball can sqeak!