“Adventures” (an Elizabethan Dog Sonnet)

Today would have been Charlee’s 13th birthday. Here’s a happy-birthday-throwback-Thursday look at one of her sonnets.

sunrise with Charlee

Sunrise with Charlee

She spoils me is what some may often say.
PetSmart, Petco, Pet Club and sometimes Lowe’s …
She takes me on adventures every day,
(and wants to take me flying with “Dog Bose”).

She bathes me weekly and brushes my shedding coat,
Puts cream on my paws and checks my face for stains,
Fastens the pretty pink collar around my throat,
In the ‘Benz we speed to Starbucks drive-thru lane.

An iced venti unsweet’nd green tea for her,
Grande water (and treat she brought) for me,
To the pet store next where cats are adopted and purr.
Lizards, parrots, ferrets and fish we see.

Adventures with my mom are always fun.
But my favorite with her is watching the rising sun.

Charlee at the Vet – A Dog Poem

To the vet this week I went with Mom for my annual check-up.
Initially, my tail-wagging thought was: “Hooray! An adventure with Mom!”
But, unfortunately, once inside did I recognize sans aplomb
The scent of needles and sound of desperate dogs’ “yups.”

“Oh no!” I whined as I turned (tail uncurled) towards the door.
“Get me out. I want out. Out, out, out – out and now.”
My mom tried to soothe me, but I wondered, “How
Could she love me and to this place me lure?”

"Get me out. I want out."

“Get me out. I want out.”


“I can handle this,” I coached myself. “I really am a smart dog.
I write poetry, right? I can do math, too. I even have my own blog.”
So, how does a smart dog survive at the vet? Just think of a way to hide!
Outside, outside, outside, of course, but an option is not outside.
Do the Polka Dots Hide My Spots?

Do the Polka Dots Hide My Spots?


Beneath two polka-dotted chairs I hid – convinced my spots would blend.
In walked the vet, something in hand, and with a mesmerizing tone,
Coaxed me from my hiding place with a large box of milk bones.
Then came that dreaded booster shot, shattering my state of Zen!

Lured by a box of milk bones? Yes, and impetuously, I did not even read,
If they were organic and gluten-free, as my mom always does for me.

The irony of my imperfect rhyme is that while I am a smart canine,
I ate humble pie, thinking it was a treat, while I got a shot in my behind.

“Adventures” (an Elizabethan Dog Sonnet)

Sunrise with Charlee

Sunrise with Charlee

She spoils me is what some may often say.
PetSmart, Petco, Pet Club and sometimes Lowe’s …
She takes me on adventures everyday,
(and wants to take me flying with “Dog Bose”).

She bathes me weekly and brushes my shedding coat,
Puts cream on my paws and checks my face for stains,
Fastens the pretty pink collar around my throat,
In the ‘Benz we speed to Starbucks drive-thru lane.

An iced venti unsweet’nd green tea for her,
Grande water (and treat she brought) for me,
To the pet store next where cats are adopted and purr.
Lizards, parrots, ferrets and fish we see.

Adventures with my mom are always fun.
But my favorite with her is watching the rising sun.

The Belly Rub Panacea: A Dog Sonnet

I'm sooooo sorry.

I’m sooooo sorry.

Barking all night at the moon,
An awakened neighbor at the front door,
The situation could balloon
If I ever do that anymore.

Digging a hole in the landscaper’s prize,
He is pounding at the back door.
I wag my tail and bat my eyes.
Staying out of trouble is a chore.

I chased a bunny into the street.
A driver had to swerve to avoid it.
My master was angry and really did Tweet
That I was for sale for one minute.

So, I was scolded for being naughty today and rightfully so, I admit.
But, I rolled over and showed my pink tummy, and a belly rub I did get.

Dog Haiku

Resting
Belly rub at dawn,
Breakfast, potty, walk and play …
Nap until bedtime.

Hunting
Lizard, quail, bunny —
Chase them all morning and day.
What if I catch one?

Teeth again
Treats: chicken, lamb, beef,
Salmon, peanut butter, beets –-
Toothbrush and diet.

Bark
Bark at dogs walking
Past my bedroom window. Bark!
My workday is done.