Cocker Spaniel Poems | Examples

death has separated no one

Our cocker spaniel Sophie had a stroke
She could not lift her head or drink water
Even after we poured some out onto the floor

We had no choice but to take her to a vet
And have her put out of her misery
Our other dog Buddy looked for her for awhile

Buddy now sleeps where Sophie used to sleep on the floor
When I am in my bed, I often feel an animal curl into the small of my back
I reach around to give a pet, but this is an angel dog
This is where Sophie always used to sleep when she got up on this bed

So even though she is supposedly gone
She is still here; I have the feel of her as proof
It gives me comfort as I feel her push into the small of my back
Death has separated no one

King Beau

my husband and I love dogs
he was totally against paying big money for one
I did not care; I wanted a golden retriever
so I paid for one

actually, ended up with an English Crème retriever
an almost white golden
he already had a name – Beau
so we kept it

not realizing he comes to any name
my husband calls him Pedro
pal, buddy, friend, boy,
I call him Baby Beau

Baby Beau is king of this family
usurping Buddy who has never cared to be royalty
Buddy used to live under the jurisdiction of Queen Sophie
a persnickety particular snooty black cocker spaniel
Now he is lead around by Beau, and he likes it.

Poochie

I didn't expect my black Cocker Spaniel to die.
He died 30 years ago today on the 14th of July.
He was born in 1981 and Poochie was his name.
He was killed by a car and it was a damn shame.
Poochie was unfriendly at times and sometimes he would bite.
But he was my dog and when that car killed him, it wasn't right.
It was sad because my dog couldn't live anymore.
He died thirty years ago on July the 14th of 1994.


[Dedicated to Poochie (1981-1994) who died 30 years ago today on July 14, 1994]

new king in town

Sophie, our black cocker spaniel can be a mean old broad.
She is thirteen, so that is ninety-one in dog years.
We were wondering how she would “do with the new puppy”.
My husband wanted to wait until she was gone to get a new baby.

Are you kidding me? That could be six or seven years, I told him.
I am not waiting six or seven years!
His parents had cockers that lived to be eighteen and nineteen.
In dog years that made their ages 126 and 133.

This new baby Beau was quiet, did not make a sound in the car.
We were on the road two hours; he did not make one single peep.
He was fine until Sophie gave him a warning snarl.
That puppy answered her with a bark that came from the bowels of hell.

Sophie turned tail and ran
We have never seen this before.
This is when I knew things were going to be okay.

never again

Fortune teller squirrel gives me the old once-over
I squirm a bit, like my half-blind eye, Cocker Spaniel, Rover.
I see that you think you are special, she says, glaring at me.
Feeling uncomfortable, I wonder how great this teller can be.

Feeling superior because you are a human being, I bet.
I am annoyed at this second, I clear my throat and kick Chet.
Chet is my cousin who thought this squirrel was so good.
Never again! I say as we leave, as if I ever could….

God Is Great

When I was just a child it was a very big deal
to offer God thanks before each meal..
We never just dove in as that would have been rude
before reciting "God is great, God is good."
Sometimes mom served liver which I've
always hated.
I'd conceal it in my napkin and our cocker spaniel ate it.
This world is now so changed and at such a rapid pace.
Perhaps this little prayer should be posted every place?

A Placid Docile April Day

it is one of those placid docile what-do-we-do April days.
I sit outside naked except for my light polyester mumu.
an airplane wakes the cloud with her powerful engine noises.
my wind chimes tingle a mirthful melody.

Sophie, my cocker spaniel sits behind me, she is an inside dog.
Buddy, our husky mix trots a giant six pound bone around in his mouth.
there is a car on Kansas Avenue, we cannot see it, but we hear it.
nothing else is moving until I spy a blue jay landing on a branch.

so light in hue, that he could be an arctic jay, he is the lightest gray.
annoyingly loud muscle car can be heard in the distance, tearing up a street.
roosters behind me begin to crow, even though it is noon.
melodic chimes heighten their melody as today’s breeze picks up.

trilling of birds gives me a reassuring thought of God in the yard.
behind me I hear the purr of our porch refrigerator.
if there has ever been a calmer day, I was not aware of it.
someone revs a car engine far off in the distance.
old man or boy, I think, or old lady in a mumu. This makes me smile.

Dear Spaniel Daniel

He left us and chased after rainbow and dove
And found his soul mate in the hills up above
Did we know the real Daniel
Our beloved cocker spaniel?
Farewell, our dear heart, adieu our true love

2/27/23

Kingdom of Frozen Wet Feet-

I hear the cracklings, combat boots walking
Much I marveled the smelly cocker spaniel
On the leash wearing a sweater I am walking
There’s a hole in the tongue and sole
Of the boots I’m wearing
Deep into that darkness juggling
Once upon a midnight Pekinese
Running from the snow mound and the frozen grounds
My foot prints still crackle
On that day my soul grew happy
In a kingdom full of frozen wet feet and snowmen napping


2/10/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©

Oscar - Nursery Rhyme

Oscar was a little white canine
Cocker spaniel was in his bloodline
He was such a good dog
Even played with a frog
He was like a heartfelt valentine

Oscar wasn’t like his little brother
Who yapped constantly to their mother
He wasn’t such a good boy
He stole sweet Oscar’s toy
Eager to be one all would smother

Oscar was amusing, such a hoot
Bacon or burger he wouldn’t dispute
He became so chunky
Just like a food junkie
Tried to put him on a fare of fruit

Oscar wasn’t always the silent sort
In large crowds, he became my escort
It’s old news – his bark
Was the life of the park
Where he’d always find time to consort

Oscar was more than just a cute dog
He stuck with me through snow, rain and smog
More loved than I can say
Twas’ with me all the way
He was smarter than the best sheepdog





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November 23, 2022

On Behalf of Dogs

Happy National Dog Day, PS!

Beagle, boxer, poodle, pug,
Airedale, cocker spaniel, terrier,
Shiatsu, pom, or something furrier,
Pedigreed or cur-ish mug,
Dogs make our lives ever so much merrier.
We pick up after, poof, and pamper them,
But, never like our kids,
Do we with the Ten Commandments try to hamper them.
Consider how they often make us break with number Seven,
And other blasphemies they might incur if there were Eleven.
But for all their sins they make amends
With apologetic eyes, and ingratiating grins.
We try holding out, but in the end,
A sloppy kiss, first us then them,
A wag, a hug, and we're best friends again.

The Butler Did It

Suspicion always finds the poor butler.
This time, he was carrying a large box.
I think I saw her fingers--if not her
perhaps it was her sister's golden locks.

People say that she slapped his lovely face.
Not one to pass stories loosely, mind you,
but a grain of truth may favor this case:
She loved him, but I hear, he wasn't true.

I've only heard these things, and, yet it's true:
his was an evil look I saw that night.
Passing judgment, I'm not accustomed to,
(he could have done it when far out of sight.)

At last this story is wrapped in a glove.
The Butler's name, by the way, is Daniel.
The box contained a gift for Daniel's love:
A golden, freckled-nose cocker spaniel!

July 20, 2022

Theme: #2, Suspicion Fell on the Butler
One in Five 2 poetry contest
by Joseph May ~ First Place!

Buddy Greets Delivery Driver

Because Buddy is an exceptionally large dog
Weighing ninety-two pounds, measuring five feet
Not counting his tail, even though he is only two and a baby
Some delivery people are fearful when they see him.
He is a gentle giant, but his girth and height are off-putting.

If they were smart, they would be more afraid of our twelve-year-old Sophie
Our nasty, snapping, snarling, growling, grousing Cocker Spaniel.
She would take down a grizzly with her toothless mouth and in a mean way. 
She is fierce, maybe because she is a female, not like the docile Buddy

The recent delivery driver was shaking in her shorts at Buddy.
He was placing strategic kisses on her when my husband pulled him off.
I was relieved, because straddling her would have been the next activity.
I have a camera on my truck she told my man. I will sue you if he bites me.

You should have bitten her leg off! I told him. I would have slapped her silly.
I would have punched her and kicked her and beaten her a new face.
No one threatens to sue my husband.
So now you see who Sophie takes after.

I Know Joy

Joy parades out of many Bible passages
Landing on my heart as we sing “Jesus Loves Me”
or “This Little Light of Mine”

Joy surrounds me when my grandchildren lie in my lap
lollygagging like puppies, even though they are teenagers

Joy grabs me by the lapels and kisses me 
when a child says “You inspire me”

Joy follows me into my driveway after work
in the form of a German shepherd named Buddy
and a Cocker Spaniel named Sophie Helen

Joy makes my heart sing when my husband of fifty years
says “You are still as beautiful as the day we married”.
I know joy, and she is wonderful!

Buddy the Flying Dog

A cross between a Great Dane and a German shepherd of course.
Dumped on us a few months ago; Buddy is the size of a small horse.
He has big ears and exotically interesting markings of black and white.
Year and a half old, he chews up everything in and out of his sight.

He has chewed up a mattress of memory foam, and six of my shoes.
Mates of each he has never felt compelled to taste; so I always lose.
He has eaten the leather off some couches, and an antique chair.
He often comes flying at me at ninety degrees – traveling in the air.

Lands on my lap; his big butt hits the button and the chair reclines.
Stuck in a laying position until my husband finally hears my whines.
Buddy has eaten every poison mouse trap in the garage and hall.
Loves chasing rabbits, squirrels, the cat and a yellow tennis ball.

Easier if Sophie, our twelve-year-old cocker spaniel was gone.
She is angry as a heck that this giant is on the loose, no swan.
Dainty in no way, he is a giant puppy who wants to frolic and play.
And Shark the cat, has been missing since Buddy showed up one day.

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