A Dog’s Bed is His Castle

This is my bed!

I saw you pay, I heard you say,

This is Jack’s bed,

as clear as day.

Are they a bit dim,

the two in there now

‘cos when I approach them

they just say miaow.

And that’s just not good enough,

it’s below the bar

when you’ve been on a long walk

almost too far

and all your bones ache

and your muscles too

and you’ve got lots of

picking at bits to do,

things that have stuck like twigs

and the odd stick

and all you need is

to give them a good lick.

But a dog needs his bed

to attend to all this,

it’s no good just looking

and letting them hiss.

So please stop saying,

Aw, don’t they look sweet,

Get them out of my bed

you could bribe with a treat.

It’s degrading for a dog

lying here on the floor

on a damp dirty mat

just by the door.

I need my bed and I need it now

so please get them out

and I don’t care how.

I could give you a tip though

to help you along,

just grab the hoover

and switch it on.



54 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. harulawordsthatserve
    Feb 07, 2014 @ 16:26:37

    Loved it Christine, full of fun and humour:-) Sorry Jack, but they do look sweet. And I get a treat…coz I’m the first to comment on a Christine post for the first time – hooray!!! Love and hugs, Harula xxxx


    • journeyintopoetry
      Feb 07, 2014 @ 16:31:35

      Thank you Harula! And yes they do look sweet. And lovely Jack actually is so patient with them. He just waits till its food time and they leap out!

      And you were in the right place at the right time comnent-wise! 😄

      Love and hugs toyou too


  2. Cynthia Jobin
    Feb 07, 2014 @ 16:48:46

    I just love this, Christine, the form and the content, the voice and the rhyme (definitely under the influence of Eliot!)
    As a person owned by a dog and two cats, I must say it couldn’t be more real. The dynamics of “bed” are endlessly ongoing and amusing. I have two (supposed) cat beds which they never use, and two dog beds. Guess who ends up where…..This is sheer delight, and a pick-me-up today!


    • journeyintopoetry
      Feb 07, 2014 @ 16:56:27

      Thank you very much Cynthia. My Possum’s book must have influenced me!! I thought you might relate to this theme! I started out just taking a photo of them because I thought “they look sweet”, and then I heard a huge sigh coming from the door mat and hey presto! 😊


  3. leamuse
    Feb 07, 2014 @ 17:02:41

    Brilliant Christine! As thought Jack had been reading a lot of Dr. Seuss? Or perhaps he was listening in while you and the grandkids were reading? Another gem for Jack’s journal… 🙂





  4. leamuse
    Feb 07, 2014 @ 17:24:42

    Yes, he found a clever master. 🙂 Now keep that journal coming…




  5. bardessdmdenton
    Feb 07, 2014 @ 17:28:46

    Oh, just wonderful, Christine! Cats do know how to take what they need! Poor Jack, no wonder he would resort to terrorism with the hoover! As I’ve said before, these poems from his view and spirit are just so beautifully done. XO ♥


    • journeyintopoetry
      Feb 07, 2014 @ 18:56:31

      Thank you very much Diane! Jack is a star really and he loves the cats to bits and the feeling is mutual. His biggest complaint is a slightly discernable sigh, oh and a look of Eyore too! 😊

      Lots of love ❤ xxx


  6. Peter Wells aka Countingducks
    Feb 07, 2014 @ 18:48:22

    Lovely. You captured the problem brilliantly, and I wa smiling from the off


  7. Harry
    Feb 07, 2014 @ 19:57:59

    I love it Christine, we had a huge male black Persian cat and he ruled the house even when a dog would come in, he sat in front of the dog as if to say ” go on try it ” 🙂


  8. Jackie
    Feb 07, 2014 @ 20:21:50

    I love this! Cats do have a way about them, don’t they? Thank you so much for brightening my day with this wonderful poem. 😀


  9. Mirada
    Feb 08, 2014 @ 00:13:50

    Ohhh what a wonderful fun poem!! Our poor dear Jack–yes, just hoover the dang cats out of there!!


    • journeyintopoetry
      Feb 08, 2014 @ 12:04:13

      Thank you Mirada! I feel bad now because it looks a bit like I want to suck the cats up the hoover! What happens is they move if the hoover is switched on as they dont like the noise!! There is always an upside to things, and in this instance, while they occupy his bed he can quite happily occupy their dishes of leftovers!!


  10. lscotthoughts
    Feb 08, 2014 @ 00:44:49

    This is so cute, Chris, I love it and your cats do look pretty cozy in Jack’s bed! What would we do without the love and companionship of our furry friends? Have a great weekend! Sending love and hugs! ♥


    • journeyintopoetry
      Feb 08, 2014 @ 12:08:51

      Thanks Lauren! Jack is so patient with them; he would never disturb them! It just isnt in his nature, he is a star. And yes, where would we be without them?! They all bring so much joy – and the occasional slice of inspiration! ❤ 😊 xxx


  11. Angela
    Feb 08, 2014 @ 10:30:01

    Lovely poem, Christine. I have just listened to a poem on a podcast called something like “Self-portrait as my Daschund, Max” by Christin O’Keefe Aptowicz. It was a delightful poem and your poem really reminds of it. Here’s the link to it: http://indiefeedpp.libsyn.com/cristin-o-keefe-aptowicz-self-portrait-as-my-daschund-max ~ Just click the little circle that says POD and you should be taken to screen to be able to listen to it.:-) xxx


    • journeyintopoetry
      Feb 08, 2014 @ 12:13:50

      Thank you Angela! And thanks for the link too. What a gorgeous poem!! Whilst Jack isnt a rescue dog and therefore doesnt have those kind of issues, I can understand them. And I also relate to calling him “baby”, ‘sweetie pie” ” my darling boy” etc etc!! But the poem you shared here is really quite lovely. Thank you and it is so good to see you. Xxx


  12. heavenhappens
    Feb 08, 2014 @ 16:00:04

    Ha this made me laugh. I looked after my darling grandson Stanley who is 14 months old this week and found him sitting in the dogs bed playing with the dog’s toys. My little dachshund was sitting beside the bed with a look of pure desperation on his face. Its a good job Stanley’s mum didn’t see it as she is a stickler for hygiene!


  13. climbingdownhill
    Feb 08, 2014 @ 19:22:26

    This is a fun poem and I enjoyed reading it. I appreciate your creativity and the rhythm is catchy.


  14. Janette moran
    Feb 08, 2014 @ 20:35:25

    Love it …. Will read to Theodore in the morning he’ll love it too xxxx


  15. PookyH
    Feb 08, 2014 @ 21:32:18

    This really made me smile!


  16. greenlightlady
    Feb 09, 2014 @ 19:39:58

    Made me laugh, Christine — thank you! 🙂 In our house it’s the dog who is afraid of the vacuum cleaner.


    • journeyintopoetry
      Feb 09, 2014 @ 19:43:58

      Thank you Wendy! Well Jack actually isnt keen on the vacuum cleaner either, but he knows if he sits it out the noise will make the cats run off into a corner somewhere till its switched off! So success!! He gets his bed back! 😊


  17. kathryningrid
    Feb 10, 2014 @ 04:03:15

    Clearly you read animal minds of all sorts! Thanks for interpreting for us—the whole Tail is a charmer and true to life. The only downside is that it reminds me I have a date with our hoover tomorrow, but I’ll gladly take that nudge to pay for this priceless ‘visit’ with your entourage!
    xoxo to you, and affectionate ear-scratches to the other three. 😉


    • journeyintopoetry
      Feb 10, 2014 @ 09:31:50

      Haha! Thank you very much Kathryn! Your wonderful comments are always poetry in themselves! And they are much appreciated.

      I ordered your book and been told delivery will be 20th February. Cant wait! Something to look forward to! 😊xxx

      PS Ear scratches were received with much delight! 😊


  18. Thomas Davis
    Feb 11, 2014 @ 22:12:09

    The Hoover moves dogs as well as cats. Something has to move cats. Mostly they do what they want to do no matter what we humans think about it. We don’t have cats now, but we used to, and they pulled on dangling strings to turn on lights when they wanted attention, wandered off after birds when we weren’t looking, and generally kept us entertained while watching their deeds, sometimes with dismay. Fun poem Christine.


    • journeyintopoetry
      Feb 12, 2014 @ 09:42:42

      Thanks Ton! It was just one that slipped onto the paper whilst watching our “poor” dog Jack looking sadly at the cats all cosied up in his bed. Jack hates the hoover too, but he will tolerate the noise for a minute or two while the cats scurry off to escape into corners! 😊


  19. Betty Hayes Albright
    Feb 13, 2014 @ 04:26:43

    Christine, this made me smile – poor Jack! But the kitties do look so sweet. What’s a dog gotta do? The Hoover sounds like a good solution. (It never fails – when we had cats, they had their own comfie beds all over the house – but they always preferred people chairs and beds!)


  20. beckarooney
    Feb 18, 2014 @ 17:11:53

    Aw this is adorable, bless Jack! There’s no winning against kittykats though lol 😉 I love how your humour translates so effortlessly into your writing Christine, such a fun poem! 😀 xx


  21. Francina
    Feb 19, 2014 @ 15:50:05

    Brilliant and delightful poem , Christine! Poor Jack 😦 kitties rule.
    lots of love from across the creek xxxx


  22. SuzyHazelwood
    Feb 21, 2014 @ 04:10:44

    Haha!! 😆 What is it about cats and dogs beds? I see the same subject all over the internet – pictures of cats in dog beds, and a big dog standing there looking very vulnerable as to what to do about it! Cats just know how to take liberties big time, don’t they?!!! 😀

    Don’t tell the dog – *whispers* – but they do look sweet! 😉


    • journeyintopoetry
      Feb 22, 2014 @ 11:08:50

      Thanks Suzy! Yes, cats certainly do know how to take liberties! And Jack is so patient with them!

      I seem to have written a few poems about our dog lately. Someone suggested I put a little book together of Jack poems! Watch this space, though you may be watching it for a long time!! 😄Xx


  23. Journey In Rhyme
    Mar 07, 2014 @ 09:24:51

    That’s was a fabulous read! Great fun flow!!! Cats rock, don’t they? Thanks for the giant smile you’ve painted across my face!!!


    • journeyintopoetry
      Mar 07, 2014 @ 14:51:27

      Thank you so much for this lovely comment! I took the photo of the two cats and I think the poem wrote itself while I was looking at our “poor” dog’s face! He is so patient with them, such a soft heart. 😊 Im pleased it gave you a smile.


  24. Through My Eyes
    Mar 22, 2014 @ 13:07:28

    Haha I love the tip at the end. An enjoyable read Christine 🙂 xx


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