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