simplebooklet thumbnail

The Betsy Dog Poetry Chapbook

The Betsy - South Beach
Produced in limited run for
educational purposes by The Betsy
Arts and Culture Program honoring
National Poetry Month and O, Miami.
First printing: ©Spring 2019
Second printing: ©Summer 2019
Third printing: ©Winter 2020
We originally wrote this book during
National Poetry Month 2019 and
now we are in our third printing
because our Dog Poems Book has
been a real hit!
Our grandfather, Hyam Plutzik, was
a poet whose work we celebrate
at The Betsy Hotel - on the Poetry
Rail (located in The Alley) and
throughout the hotel. He also wrote
our tag line - Expect no more. This is
We are proud to dedicate this
collection to Katie Hepburn Plutzik,
The Betsy’s rst Canine Executive
Ofcer, who passed away last year
- and in honor of the hundreds of
poets - and dogs - that have visited
The Betsy Hotel.
Betsy & Rosa
Canine Executive Ofcers
Beginning with Kate
by Gerald Stern
Beginning with Kate, a ten year old golden retriever
sleeping all day and
tethered to a baby grand choosing
the cold marble to lie down on instead
of the nearby commercial carpet in the
lobby of the Betsy,
a grand hotel at the northernmost end of Ocean
Drive in Miami Beach, city of Jackie Gleason
and Andrew Warhol, the latter of ghosts you might say
presiding over the annual Basel Schnazzel
where I, with a cane between my legs,
on the most comfortable chair in the whole lobby
keeping Kate company and poking her from
time to time to remind her of the good days
of pork unlimited surrounded by
fat galore and bone softened by cooking
for we were spoiled by loving owners
we couldn’t repay enough by growling and barking
as they sat on their sofas doing their own
wondrous barking, the music we listened to
as we stretched out on their wood and wool and grass,
me too for I was a dog in those days
and sort of trotted like a tan horse
up and down the streets of my six rivers.
4 Here, There, and Everywhere, by Carlos Andres Cruz
Katie & Betsy
A dog is A Dog
by T. S. Eliot
Now dogs pretend they like to ght;
They often bark, more seldom bite;
But yet a Dog is, on the whole,
What you would call a simple soul.
Of course I’m not including Pekes,
And such fantastic canine freaks.
The usual Dog about the Town
Is much inclined to play the clown
And far from showing too much pride
Is frequently undignied.
He’s very easily taken in-
Just chuck him underneath the chin
Or slap his back or shake his paw,
And he will gambol and guffaw.
He’s such an easy-going lout,
He’ll answer any hail or shout.
Again I must remind you that
A Dog’s a Dog - A CAT’S A CAT.
6 Photo by Carlos Andres Cruz
Betsy & Rosa
by Marchette Chute
The dogs I know
Have many shapes.
For some are big and tall,
And some are long,
And some are thin,
And some are fat and small.
And some are little bits of uff
And have no shape at all.
8 A Taste of Honey, by Carlos Andres Cruz
Every dog
must have
his day.
Jonathan Swift
Photo by Carlos Andres Cruz
Mother Doesn’t Want a Dog
Judith Viorst, 1931
Mother doesn’t want a dog.
Mother says they smell,
And never sit when you say sit,
Or even when you yell.
And when you come home late at night
And there is ice and snow,
You have to go back out because
The dumb dog has to go.
Mother doesn’t want a dog.
Mother says they shed,
And always let the strangers in
And bark at friends instead,
And do disgraceful things on rugs,
And track mud on the oor,
And op upon your bed at night
And snore their doggy snore.
Mother doesn’t want a dog.
She’s making a mistake.
Because, more than a dog, I think
She will not want this snake.
Photo by Carlos Andres Cruz
by Auntie Debbie
Betsy, the Golden Retriever, lives at The Betsy Hotel.
She often sits on one of the comfy chairs in the lobby.
Waiting to greet children from all over the world.
Betsy likes to take a mid-day walk on the beach with her brother Zach.
Sometimes Zach throws a ball and Betsy dives into the ocean to nd it.
She swims back to the shore with the ball in her mouth.
Sometimes Betsy and Zach walk by the edge of the ocean.
Betsy’s little paws and Zach’s big feet leave shapes behind in the sand.
And when the waves come splashing in, they disappear.
The sun disappears too every night to make way for the moon.
And after a good night’s sleep the sun comes back into the sky.
The sand is warm and Betsy is ready for a new day.
Right after breakfast Betsy will nd another favorite spot in the lobby
Where she and her sister Rosa can rest – as they wait to greet
Little visitors like you who have come to Miami Beach from all over the world.
Betsy & Rosa
Photo by Carlos Andres Cruz
Let’s Be Friends
by Betsy & Rosa
We’ll be waiting in the corner
On the fancy terrazzo oor
I know we’ll see you coming
Through the open door
Pet us gently
Pet us slow
Say you love us
Let us know
By how you pet us
Then we will play
Yes, we will play
We will play
We know you’ll pack your bags and go back home
We’ll miss you – but we’ll dream
We will dream
About when you’ll be coming back
To visit us - at our home on Miami Beach
In the lobby of The Betsy Hotel
Promise, we’ll be waiting for you
On the fancy terrazzo oor
We’ll see you the moment you arrive
Through the open door
Photo by Carlos Andres Cruz
Happiness is a warm puppy.
- Charles Schultz
1440 Ocean Drive, Miami Beach, FL 33139 •