Zoey

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Poems by the Dog Poet

In Being Cute, Canine Poetry, Dog Writing, Shelley Widhalm on October 26, 2014 at 11:30 am

I have written a few dog poems, or canine poetry, that I am compiling into a mini-collection for you to see.

Besides being a very cute dachshund, don’t you agree that I’m also very, incredibly talented with writing and expressing myself?

Yes, thank you.

An everyday dog’s view
By Zoey the Cute Dachshund

What I see every day you don’t
with your busyness and wanting to be
something important.
I get to lie down on paws,
look out the window
bark at passersby
as I blog about life,
not caring if what I say
means extravagance,
just a simple thought
that I’m okay just lying here
dreaming.

Found
By Zoey the Cute Dachshund

I am not lost
With you in my heart
Squeezed against your side,
Licking the salt off your hand,
Kissing you,
Loving you,
Not wanting anything but
Being here.

Running
By Zoey the Cute Dachshund

I turn the fence into a silvered blur
Until a bird sings, sound floating
Off the flap of wings.
I slow each step, an easing of paws
On stiff brown grass,
Wishing
In my silent approach
I could chase air things
Get them grounded—
But off I go again,
As if a ship sailing circles
Enclosing possibilities
Until the next bird comes along,
Hope before its leaving.

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Dog Story Teller

In All About Me, Being Cute, Dog Writing, Shelley and Zoey, Shelley Widhalm on October 19, 2014 at 11:30 am

Here I am as a very cute puppy with my BFF Shelley.

Here I am as a very cute puppy with my BFF Shelley.

I write lots of stories as a canine writer, plus blogs, poetry and even the occasional news article about the dog life.

I was born Dec. 20, 2008, and at eight weeks was sent to a pet store in Fort Collins, Colorado, where I was adopted a week later. My BFF Shelley saw me there, obviously thinking I was incredibly cute, and asked if she could hold me.

I leaned my head on her chest, gave her kisses and looked adoringly into her eyes. Despite my efforts, she left without me. But the next day, she came back with her mom and they both held me.

Her mom said I should be taken home, and I was thinking, duh! When I was taken to there, I found out my name and her name—Zoey and Shelley. I learned that I weighed 2 pounds, 11 ounces, small enough to fit into my brand new, multi-colored, six-inch-square bed.

I grew and accumulated toys and got treats and played hard. I had to get a bigger bed. I learned how to climb stairs and stand on my hind legs, wave, sit, lie down and roll over. I barked at big dogs, ran around the back yard and played catch, fetch and tug-of-war.

I went from a pup to a bigger pup to a dog. I went from kind of naughty to mostly good, but not all good, because that would be boring.

Basically, I grew from little to big, learning along the way that there’s so much to smell wherever I go. I’m not one to skip stopping and smelling the roses or whatever other pretty thing is on my path.

A Dog’s Photo Album

In All About Me, Being Cute, Shelley Widhalm on October 12, 2014 at 11:30 am

Here is a picture book of my life that shows, and doesn’t tell, how cute I am.

I am cute among statues.

I am cute among statues.

I am cute posing next to flowers.

I am cute posing next to flowers.

I am cute atop a toy.

I am cute atop a toy.

And I am cute with my toys packed in a bag. Sometimes I go places, especially when I have stories to tell.

And I am cute with my toys packed in a bag. Sometimes I go places, especially when I have stories to tell.

Dog Poet

In All About Me, Being Cute, Canine Poetry, Shelley Widhalm on October 5, 2014 at 11:30 am

I am a canine poet. I write good poetry. I like bones. I don't know how to rhyme.

I am a canine poet. I write good poetry. I like bones. I don’t know how to rhyme.

I wrote lots of stories as a canine writer, plus blogs, poetry and even a news article about the dog life.

You see, I am Zoey the Cutest Dachshund this side of the Mississippi.

Here is an example of one of my canine poems that I wrote about living the dog life:

What I see
By Zoey the Cute Dachshund

What I see every day you don’t
with your busyness and wanting to be
something important.
I get to lie down on paws,
look out the window
bark at passersby,
mostly dogs,
as I blog about life,
not caring if what I say
means extravagance,
just a simple thought
that I’m okay just lying here
dreaming.