Belly-Up by Boo Bear Hatcher
Note from Robin: I’ve been writing up a storm on my winter/spring 2026 release, so I asked Boo to fill in for me today. Always willing to oblige, she decided to share a poem (with some AI assistance, of course; her typing is atrocious).
I flop upon the floor just so,
With paws up high and tail aglow.
You think it odd? Oh, don’t be shy.
This trick is meant to catch your eye.
It’s not surrender, not defeat,
It’s how I beg for something sweet.
A gentle rub, a loving pat.
My belly’s velvet, soft as that.
Your hand’s my joy, my daily prize,
It makes me squint my happy eyes.
And while you think you’re spoiling me,
I’m healing you. Can’t you see?
So every time I roll this way,
I’m really asking, “Please, let’s play!”
For life is better, here’s the catch:
When belly’s scratched, and hearts attach.
If your dog has written any poetry about belly rubs or anything else, please share in the comments!!
~robin
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Here’s what AI came up with from my puppy, Libi, who loves my old cat. Merlin is actually reaching the end of a fight with pancreatic cancer and will be so terribly missed. ♥
“Merlin and Me”
by Libi the Chihuahua 🐾
I’m just a pup with paws that prance,
A tail that twirls in every dance.
But in our home, there lives a sage—
A shadow-soft soul of quiet age.
Merlin’s his name, all fur and grace,
With sage green eyes and ancient face.
He doesn’t chase, he doesn’t bark—
He moves like dusk, serene and dark.
Ahhhh. I love that, Colleen. I lost my kitty almost a year ago, so here is a hug from me in empathy. {{hug}}