Dog Diary – Jack (Golden “Retriever”) ***

I’ve been suffering from January blues so I thought I would cheer myself up by writing something lighthearted. So here it is – and it’s all true!! πŸ™‚

I feel the need to talk about something
I am asked to do.
It’s about why she asks me to sit
before I am given a treat; Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  `
it’s not like a biscuit can spill
and surely this particular eating position
makes no difference to a dog’s digestive tract.
It must be so that she feels in charge,
in control of all issues dog related.
I’m okay with it though,
I rather like her to be in charge;
she is the leader of the pack,
except when I want left-over cat food,
then she is definitely not in charge.
There are some things in life that
one simply needs and
cat food hovers near the top of the list.
What’s the harm in a few daily morsels,
although the ensuing battle every time
to stop me is something Im puzzled by –
she never wins.
Does she not recall that I eat poo,
preferably my own
and that if I am desperate
I will even try cat poo.
I watch the felines from the window,
make a mental note of position and
have a snack later in the day.
I don’t think she has a clue that
the other day I ate half a dead rabbit
while running in the field.
Maybe that’s why I was
violently sick in the afternoon;
it felt like the end of everything.
But it was worth every agonising pain
because the day after I got scrambled eggs.
Life here is definitely good
despite all the odd things that she does,
and there are many.
I really do love her however peculiar she may be
and what is even more wonderful
is that I know she really loves me too.

*** I don’t seem to be able to do this; perhaps I need therapy.



68 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Ina
    Jan 09, 2014 @ 15:13:07

    Hi Christine, what a pleasant read and he such is a lovely dog! Like his neighbour the help dog! (Lewis I think?) πŸ™‚ Enjoy him very much! ❀ xxx


    • journeyintopoetry
      Jan 10, 2014 @ 10:43:35

      Thank you very much Ina! Yes, Jack and Lewis were good friends. Its a shame he had to move on. I remember when I used to walk Jack, I had to let him off the lead as we approached the house where Lewis lived as Jack would always attempt to jump over the gate (he never succeeded!). If he had been on the lead I would have gone with him!! Lol

      L&H xx


  2. leamuse
    Jan 09, 2014 @ 15:19:01

    Christine, you even provide your own therapy. Then you share it with us to help us deal with the grey and gloom. Jack is fortunate indeed!
    Perhaps Jack will keep a journal?


  3. Janette moran
    Jan 09, 2014 @ 15:35:48

    Fantastic and all very very true . . The inner workings of lovely Jack’s mind xxxx


  4. cynthia jobin
    Jan 09, 2014 @ 15:42:35

    I just love this, Christine! Every single thing in it is so familiar to me. I have a large, ten year old, mixed breed dog (lab and hound) mostly black with white markings. She came with the name Chloe when we rescued her, and had so many hang-ups we didn’t dare change it. She won’t retrieve, steals cat food, eats poo, and resents having to sit for a treat. She feels personally insulted by the truck delivering parcels and the postman as her deafening bark reminds me regularly. She puts her forepaws in my lap and pretends to be a lap dog even though her hind legs are still on the floor; sometimes she does this to comfort me if I’m in tears. We love each other madly… love is such dear, dear love.
    Isn’t it funny, too, our tendency to make our animals talk…sometimes I create cartoons, with my pets as the main characters! I second that idea above, of Jack’s keeping a journal; I, for one, would thoroughly enjoy it!


    • journeyintopoetry
      Jan 10, 2014 @ 11:43:14

      Hi Cynthia. Thank you for your lovely comment! Its such a great bonus when someone understands exactly what youre saying! I have a wonderful image of your Chloe trying her best to be a lap dog. I wish I could draw! And I understand that she will do this to comfort you . Jack does his own version when Im upset; he comes to me and “gives” me one of his forepaws and he will keep taking it back and giving it again.

      It is funny how we make our animals talk, but there is so much expeession there its difficult not to if you have imagination. i know some “animal people” who think this idea is ridiculous, but I guess they are entitled to that opinion just as we are to ours 😊The journal idea is now in my head waiting to take root!


  5. Peter Wells aka Countingducks
    Jan 09, 2014 @ 16:02:22

    Really charming and humorous, and what a nice photo


    • journeyintopoetry
      Jan 10, 2014 @ 11:45:45

      Thank you very much Peter. Jack is a good friend and he just knows when Im having a difficult time and does his best to comfort me with a paw. Youd be surprised how much that helps.. 😊


  6. Jackie
    Jan 09, 2014 @ 16:22:59

    I love this poem! Jack is a very handsome canine. I think Jack’s Journal is a great idea too. I would love to read it – what fun! πŸ˜€

    I’m sorry you are experiencing the blues. I hope things improve for you soon. *big hug* xx


    • journeyintopoetry
      Jan 10, 2014 @ 11:50:16

      Thank you Jackie! This journal idea keps betting a me tion! You never know…!

      January has always been quite a dificult month for me but easily tolerable. However, MS has made it a difficult one to handle now. I hate it when others say to me, “This too shall pass” but Im allowed to say it to myself, andI know it will. 😊

      Thank you for the big hug. Sending one back to you.


  7. lscotthoughts
    Jan 09, 2014 @ 16:57:37

    Humorous thoughts written perfectly from Jack’s perspective; I love it, Chris! And he is such a handsome fellow! I know you don’t always rule in his eyes, but for him to call you the leader of the pack is very impressing. πŸ˜‰ I hope your blues turn bright very soon and I send cheerful hugs your way! HBL β™₯ xoxo


    • journeyintopoetry
      Jan 10, 2014 @ 11:52:54

      Thank you lauren, for the lovely comment and for the cheerful hugs which help more than you may realise.

      Jack is such a good friend and sends a big friendly “woof” to Copper!

      HBL ❀ xx


  8. hollyannegetspoetic
    Jan 09, 2014 @ 18:32:50

    A friend keeps trying to convince me that animals don’t have personalities…. She’s wrong. Loved reading this – cheered me up immensely! Now, what’s the cat up to… ? πŸ˜‰


    • journeyintopoetry
      Jan 10, 2014 @ 11:56:17

      Thanks Holly! I was going to say, “I could write a book”!! πŸ˜„ The cats certainly provide their share of fun too. And of course they all have personalities. Who knows? Maybe my little brood will go down in written history!! 😊


  9. harulawordsthatserve
    Jan 09, 2014 @ 19:26:10

    Great poem Christine, and I love that you were able to use writing it to bring a smile to yourself and others. He certainly is a handsome lad, though some of his habits make me think I’d rather not give him a kiss:-) Blessings, Harula xxx


    • journeyintopoetry
      Jan 10, 2014 @ 11:59:31

      Hi Harula, your comment made me smile! Kissing Jack is definitely out of the question, though I actually do pop one on the top of his head occaionally!
      He is such a good friend to me and always gives the darker days a brightness that would be missed without him. I just love him! πŸ˜„

      Love and hugs


  10. Harry
    Jan 09, 2014 @ 20:16:45

    Animals are good therapy nice dog lovely poem.


  11. triciabertram
    Jan 09, 2014 @ 20:48:13

    Dear Jack, he is such a beauty, Christine. I love this poem written from his perspective, Billy Collins would be impressed. You’ve expressed perfectly how many dogs will obey, up to a point, but for most pooches there are certain ‘no go’ areas. The final bit about being a Retriever who can’t retrieve cracked me up.

    I hope it has helped lift your spirits a little my friend. It certainly lifted mine.

    We have a heatwave on the way in Victoria. Yesterday was rather warm, today also, then a slightly cooler weekend. But next week is going to be a scorcher, and I’ve an airconditioner that won’t play nice and my helper is on holidays. This has absolutely nothing to do with your poem. Think I just wanted to whinge. πŸ™‚ Sorry ’bout that, it’s just when I start commenting I feel like we’re sharing a conversation.

    I wouldn’t bother with therapy for Jack. I’m in therapy and it don’t seem to be doing much for my behaviour. I’m still a compulsive waffler. πŸ™‚

    Love you to bits
    Doolally Sally (known to her friends as Tricia) xoxoxo


    • journeyintopoetry
      Jan 10, 2014 @ 12:08:32

      Hi Tricia, thank you for this lovely heartwarming comment.

      I love that your comment feels more like a conversation; that’s what real friendship is all about.

      i cant imagine the temperatures you are experiencing! And in Canada the Niagara Falls have frozen over!

      You arent whinging (does that have an “e”?) and I just love your compulsive wafling though its not waffling to me. Why do we have to live so far apart??!!



      • triciabertram
        Jan 11, 2014 @ 11:37:22

        I so wish we lived near by. We could laugh and get up to mischief on our good days, and practice swearing on our bad. We could have Teddy tea parties, and serve Jack a little cat food for his afternoon tea, a treat on the condition there was no poo eating. πŸ™‚

        It’s good to have dreams. We may not be neighbours, but we are dear friends, and that’s much to be thankful for.
        Love you to bits
        Tricia xoxo ❀

    • journeyintopoetry
      Jan 11, 2014 @ 12:01:20

      I love you to bits too Tricia! I now have an image in my head of us serving Jack his afternoon treat of cat food on a tray all set out with a china place and perhaps a napkin – to eat? Maybe, if poo is forbidden! And tea with teddies practising swearing sounds like the perfect afternoon to me! Yes, let’s keep the dreams ❀ xx


  12. bardessdmdenton
    Jan 09, 2014 @ 20:58:51

    Oh, my goodness, Christine! This is such a wonderful creative piece of writing, which shows how connected Jack and you are. Although this might’ve been ‘merely’ clever, it is full of soul and heart and the truth of your love and bond with Jack and all of nature. I can’t say enough how I love this – it made me smile and feel warmed and enveloped in its charm! Must share!

    And I will say – what a hoot in this and what followed:
    ‘ Does she not recall that I eat poo,
    preferably my own
    and that if I am desperate
    I will even try cat poo.’

    πŸ™‚ XO β™₯


    • journeyintopoetry
      Jan 10, 2014 @ 12:11:45

      Thank you Diane for this wonderful comment! And thank you too for sharing it on fb! That really did cheer me up! 😊

      I loveJack so much and he never fails to bring the light back if I temporarily lose it.

      Love and big hugs
      xxx ❀


  13. Caddo
    Jan 10, 2014 @ 00:05:25

    I laughed and sighed…rather a love story on some level, and he is a handsome one, that Jack!! I hope he continues sharing his diary with us–I thoroughly enjoyed his perspective!


    • journeyintopoetry
      Jan 10, 2014 @ 12:14:18

      Thank you Caddo! They say dogs beome like their owners and vice versa. I will draw an indelible line through eating poo but there are similarities in the craziness!!


      • Caddo
        Jan 11, 2014 @ 04:31:09

        Yes, poo-eating is OUT–if you get that desperate, I’ll swim over with more crisps!!

    • journeyintopoetry
      Jan 11, 2014 @ 10:39:07

      “Bedraggled woman found wandering a shore off rhe coast in the UK. Please look out for her and take her where she asks to go. It is believed she is clad in cropped pants, a plaid shirt and a rather soggy rainbow sparkled feather boa. She is harmless – we think. Approach her gently proffering salt and vinegar crisps and all will be well”. πŸ˜„


      • Caddo
        Jan 11, 2014 @ 11:18:41

        Oh! That’s too Hilarious–I recognized myself right off!!! Though I’d likely have swallowed so much salt water, I might not care for any crisps immediately. Might actually be grateful for a cuppa tea!! Love you!!

      • journeyintopoetry
        Jan 11, 2014 @ 11:20:04

        I will go and put the kettle on!!

      • Caddo
        Jan 11, 2014 @ 11:25:49

        Oh goody, and do you have a biscuit maybe?? I’m off to hunt for that quote we discussed…

    • journeyintopoetry
      Jan 11, 2014 @ 12:03:09

      Gluten free, but they’re good!!


      • Caddo
        Jan 11, 2014 @ 12:55:47

        I’ll take ’em! We lost power for an hour–so I’m closing up shop now and headed for bed, for real this time!

  14. wbdeejay
    Jan 10, 2014 @ 08:15:41

    A fun view from your dog’s perspective!


  15. journeyintopoetry
    Jan 10, 2014 @ 12:16:41

    Thank you very much Peter! He is a good friend who gives unconditional love. 😊


    Jan 11, 2014 @ 02:20:25

    There’s so much heart in your observations Christine ~ A wonderful read! xo Blessings friend ~Debbie


    • journeyintopoetry
      Jan 11, 2014 @ 10:10:50

      Thank you very much Debbie! Jack is a real treasure. I spend quite a lot of time on my own and the two of us are such good friends. He is truly a blessing in my life. All this makes up for some of his stranger (to me) habits! 😊


  17. PookyH
    Jan 11, 2014 @ 21:02:09

    Oh this is so so so much fun I love it! Did writing it cheer you up?


  18. beckarooney
    Jan 14, 2014 @ 20:43:50

    This is brilliant! Very witty and cute, Jack sounds like a proper character! πŸ™‚ x


    • journeyintopoetry
      Jan 14, 2014 @ 21:06:37

      Thank you very much Becky! Yes he certainly is a character; he’s the most gentle giant you could wish to encounter; when I did some puppy training with him years ago the trainer said he was so placid he was almost horizontal!! Lol. πŸ˜„ Xx


  19. The Daily Golden
    Jan 15, 2014 @ 03:16:35

    Love it!!!


  20. kathryningrid
    Jan 15, 2014 @ 18:47:40

    It seems to me that Jack has no shortcomings as a Retriever if he can bring back good cheer and laughter to not only his mistress but also those of us with whom she shares his adventures. No doggie training needed! Hugs to this canine cardiac specialistβ€”but first, to his pack leader! πŸ™‚


    • journeyintopoetry
      Jan 16, 2014 @ 09:21:05

      Kathryn, lovely friend! Your comment is a poem in itself! Thank you! I will no longer sigh in despair at any objects I throw for him simply being stared at with aninvisible question mark above his head 😊 And to think of him as a cardiac specialist is just wonderful. You have well and truly cheered me, thank you. And hugs back to you from both of us 😊


  21. greenlightlady
    Jan 15, 2014 @ 21:40:32

    Christine, what a handsome dog you have. Even my little dog was snacking out of our cat’s litter box when we first adopted her. I had to cut a cat size hole by the door of the basement room we keep her food and “things” in so that the little robber could no longer steal. It worked. I just hope our cat never fattens up or she won’t be able to get through it… πŸ™‚

    Blessings ~ Wendy


    • journeyintopoetry
      Jan 16, 2014 @ 09:25:41

      Thank you very much Wendy. They are such characters arent they, our animal friends, each with their own personality just like us. Jack and our two cats play such an important part in myblife.

      Love and blessings


  22. Thomas Davis
    Jan 15, 2014 @ 22:01:58

    Great poem, Christine. Maybe that’s what I should try, a poem like this. I have certainly not been feeling myself for some time now, though I am starting to write again–finally, at least a little. Our two dogs, Juneau and Pax, must be related to your dog. Juneau is especially fond of eating dead rabbits even though we strive mightily to keep her clear of the rabbits that insist on coming into the yard, and, on the rare occasion when she does triumph over us, upsets us as she gets sick. I am sorry that you are blue and hope writing this helped. Life snarls us around, and sometimes wallowing in joy for even a brief moment lets us flow from minute to minute without realizing that we really are okay with living.


    • journeyintopoetry
      Jan 16, 2014 @ 09:30:17

      Hi tom, how wonderful to see you here! That in itself has brightened my day even more. I do hope you continue to keep feeling better. I still visit your blog and comment on all the different aspects of it and of course I love Ethel’s pastel drawings.

      The lat sentence of your comment will keep me going, it says it all, thank you. 😊


  23. Mirada
    Jan 17, 2014 @ 03:12:32

    Jack is a beautiful forever friend of the heart.


  24. Francina
    Jan 24, 2014 @ 19:50:57

    delightful and wonderful poem , Christine!! Love it…:-)
    lots of love and hugs xoxo


  25. Betty Hayes Albright
    Feb 13, 2014 @ 04:45:08

    Loved reading this, Christine. Makes me miss having pets!


  26. SuzyHazelwood
    Feb 21, 2014 @ 02:56:33

    Aahh – how sweet! And the behaviour sounds so like my family dog many years ago – I guess they are very alike!! πŸ˜€ That was a close shave with the dead rabbit! The mother to our dog died eating a dead rabbit! 😦 It was a farm dog and someone (not the farmer) had gone round poisoning the rabbits. Two dogs and three cats all joined in the rabbit meal – they all died – horrible! So tell him that Suzy said to keep away from those dead rabbits! πŸ˜‰

    He looks adorable by the way! πŸ™‚ I miss having a dog, but don’t think I’d cope very well with one these days, and a tiny fist floor flat is not ideal!!


    • journeyintopoetry
      Feb 22, 2014 @ 10:51:16

      Thank you very much Suzy! Yes it was a close shave with the rabbit. He was quite poorly.

      I was reading not long ago that their thing about eating poo comes from way back wolves and how they would hunt for food and eat anything with some nutrition in it, and that included poo. And the reason they love cat poo is because it is higher in protein and fat and therefore more tasty for them. I am full of useful facts like this!!! πŸ˜„ Xx


      • SuzyHazelwood
        Feb 22, 2014 @ 22:31:26

        Yes, I remember my parents telling me about the poo protein!! It’s a useful fact to know – for a dog owner anyway! Our dog used to do that, and weirdly she loved cow poo, great mouthfuls of it – ugh!!!!! My dad used to get furious with her when she rolled in fox poo though – oh she stunk to high heaven!! I think that was some kind of disguise thing, as if the fox wouldn’t know she was a dog if she met it – haha! πŸ˜†

    • journeyintopoetry
      Feb 23, 2014 @ 09:55:34

      😊 jack rolls in fox poo too!! 😊


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