3 YEARS

Dear Mingus,

Yesterday was the third anniversary of your going in the elevator without me FOREVER. You'd think by now I would have stopped missing you but the truth is that there really is no replacement for quirky, loving, devoted YOU. I was thinking the other morning while looking at the portrait of you that Tom Miller painted that even in that portrait there is a "Mingus-energy" which is so reassuring ... he captured in your face the way you ALWAYS had my back as they say.

This picture is of my little friend, Ms. Rosie. (Yes, I know, she's sleeping in your bed.) You'd like her, she has telepathy beat ;-). I haven't seen her walk through walls like the Benson-poodle, but I'm sure she could if she wanted to.

So, while I know there will never be another Mingus, I'm thinking that perhaps after the 4th anniversary of your death I'll adopt a pooch who we can try to encourage to fill the big fat void you left when you took that elevator. Would that be okay?

Love and kisses,
the bitch

Blogless Mingus

Dear Mingus,

How would you feel about being a blogless dead pooch? The Bitch is sort of "done" with this format for remembering you, and I'm pretty sure I've posted every good picture of you I have. Don't worry though; I haven't replaced you. That would be IMPOSSIBLE as you were truly a one of a kind. I still have all the dog art up and I wake up to your portrait every morning cause I've hung Tom Miller's painting of you on the wall at the foot of my bed, so I think of you every single day. I think there are too many blogs out there now. It's time for something more original. Let's let the blog go gently into the good night. You'll still always be famous to me ;-).

Love you still, always will.

kisses,
The Bitch

Auntie Deen Is There

Mingus you lucky boy, Auntie Deen is in your zone now. She's probably out for a walk with Alfie, maybe you could surprise them on the trail ;-). She died while I was in Paris celebrating my birthday. I wrote this haiku for her:

Deen's Winter

My birthday, Deen dies
her betraying body still
blooming with kindness

kisses,
the bitch

copyright Christine Saulnier 2010

Gus and Ben at Spanish Banks Dog Beach

Hey Mingus and Chase,

Look! With a sling and crutches and lots of time I troddled Gus and Ben to the dog beach and thankfully didn't have to carry their fat butts back to the car. They remind me of you guys in your dotage. I still miss you pups!

kisses,
the bitch

Earth Day ;-)

Dear Mingus,

That's an image of planet Earth, where you once lived with me (if we can believe in "reality" that is, sheesh, we don't even know where memory or dreams are physically located in the brain of humans, which makes me think that memory and dreams probably reside somewhere outside of humans so they have a better chance of thriving and surviving). How's Chase? How's swimming? Wish you were still on Earth with me but not if you were in pain. Miss you, love you.

The Bitch

Some People's Guilt Is So Overwhelmingly Well-Earned

Hey Mingie-pingie-pooperama,

Is there "guilt" where you are, or just "gilt"?

Have you noticed how some people's overwhelming guilt is just SO WELL-EARNED!

Miss you loviebug. Hope the grass is greener there.

kisses,
the bitch

Mingie, You've Been Dead a Whole Year

Mingus my love,
You've been gone for a full year as of tomorrow. Poopie. It's okay though because since there could never be another Mingus, I've just been coasting along with the company of other pooches who aren't TOTAL ALL-IN LOVE like you were ... sort of like the arrangement with men ;-). There are far more dogs than men amusing me at the moment.

What's going on where you are????

love and love and love and kisses,
the bitch

Dear Mingus and Chase,

It wasn't a totally dog-less Thanksgiving.

Aunty B and Uncle R invited me to Salt Spring even though I don't have you sweet darlins to bring along anymore. They don't have your yellow-coated cousins anymore either. They have Ms. Daisy. She's a little porkpie Blue Heeler/Corgy sweetheart who rolls over on command. You'd love her to bits.

Anyway, now that I'm a dogless bitch I can fly harbour to harbour 'cause I don't have you and all your stuff to schlep along with me in the car. See how beautiful this place is from the air.

Love you poochies,
the bitch

You're Buddy, Enzo, Is Incoming

Sweet Mingus and Chase, This is a picture of you lying on Enzo and Ferd's blanket when they stayed with us several years ago. Enzo has left Earth now and is incoming to your environment. Could you go meet his elevator? Don't bug him about his childhood Christmas sweater on that cold day when he was just a pup and visited us for the first time. We've all had terrible fashion faux paws in our day. Remember your hula skirt Mingie? You take him into your pack now and love him as you always did. You guys know the way around there now and I know you'll be your usual hospitable selves. Yeah, yeah, you can take him to "the baths".... sheesh! Help him send Jode and Ferd suitable postcards from the beyond so they know he's okay, and send love to us still here cause it is hard without you sometimes..... love you...

the bitch

Banff Without Mingus

Dear Mingus, Banff is still rugged and astonishingly beautiful but I've got to say that the JOY of being there with you was lacking. I still smile thinking of our first cross country skiing expedition together ;-).

kisses,
the bitch

Six Months of Grieving and Accepting

GORGEOUS MINGUS,

Today marks six months since you left for Death .... I feel a little deserted but accepting too... you put up a good face on your pain so you could stay with me for a long time... thank you Sweetness.... there will never be another Mingus...

love you,
me

Love Maintains Love--It Wasn't a Trick Question

"What Makes Love Last?"

It isn't a tribunal gorgeous relatives of Mingus.

"Love Maintains Love; not Marriage" you know this innately, no wonder you look so confused at such a ridiculous question! Humans in general just don't get it, they follow the rules blindly and don't live from the heart...

Chaselove, Happy 15th Birthday

Lovely Chase,
Not sure you can celebrate a birthday once you are dead, but not being one for adhering to conventions, I will celebrate what would have been your 15th birthday. I'm remembering you in your sosoftsleeps and your peachy coat, and your snuggling beauty... thank you for sharing your later life with your half-bro, Mingus, and I.... you were one funny pooch, so sophisticated and wise

kisses,
the bitch

Happy 15th Birthday Mingusghost

Sweet Mingusghost,
It's your birthday! You'd be fifteen in human years if you were still here. Do you want linguine? You had linguine slurping down to a fine art. You really were the most beautiful soul, look at you taking care of Mew, making sure she didn't overcook in front of the fire..
And, not many dogs can sit on a lawn chair at the table like you could .... you never perfected the drinking out of a glass thing though did you? Paws!

Happy Birthday Sweetlove.

Love you so... hope you're happy where you are....

kisses,
the bitch

Concrete and Chasms

Look Mingie,

They finished the addition to the Convention Center and now there is a square from which to view all the luxury waterfront condos that T.B. needs to sell to pay for the vet bills you left me :-)....

There's a grass roof on the new convention centre but dogs aren't allowed to pee on it... go figure...

It would be your 15th birthday on Wednesday Sweetlove.... I'd like to stop missing you, but I keep falling into the huge chasm of your death and losing my balance ...
kisses,
The Bitch

Time Doesn't Heal... Or Heel

Sweet Gorgeous Love of My Life Mingus, did you reincarnate immediately? I met an almost 4 month old boy like you at the doggie beach today... I didn't cry.... he was so fabulous.... just like you.... Chelsea was a bit jealous ... it was like wrapping you up in my arms again lovely boy full of joy Mingus...

It turns out that time doesn't heel any better than you did... it's outpacing all of us, and boy is that a crock of shit notion that the passage of time heals ... sure, age and lose your memory maybe, but heal... PHHTTT! People say the most moronic shit!

You sure knew how to knock a gal out with your love baby.... miss you always... think of you always with a big smile on my face and love in my smashed heart.

Chelsea is becoming a bit more Labrador-like-- she retrieves that red warty ball pretty good now....

love,
The Bitch

Mingus Has My Back

So Gorgeous Minguslove, it's 3 months today since you molecularly transformed and now exist rather macabrely as part of a shrine above our homemade condiments ... it's all rather South American in ethos... a house of spirits.

I wondered if when the soil is a little warmer, in say April--like on your birthday--you'd like me to integrate some of your ashes into the land that gave you so much physical and emotional pleasure?

I had a terroir-enforcing wine experience yesterday which rather poetically brought me back to the intensity, and the necessity, of understanding the geography of our lives and our relationships with the soil that nourishes us. Sounds profound, I know, and in a quiet and intensely private way it was, and now it's public.... bizarre that thing about being a communicator ... I don't control the live feed, it just visits me ... and asks to be transformed into words ... and you know, I decided to start sharing the words more publicly rather than hoarding them and trying to avoid acts of ego.... I've got to say that I'm still VERY UNCOMFORTABLE with this notion .... I don't trust ego ... that's why I always had complete trust in you Sweetness ... your M.O. was love, not ego ...

Kisses,
The Bitch

Step Lightly On My Memory Please

Sweet Minguslove,

I'm walking lightly in your footsteps my sweets ... so is Chelsea. Sometimes I still catch a glimpse of you at the beach, in the rabbit thatch, on my pillow. Someone poetically, and strategically, scattered pink carnations (a funeral flower but also a Valentine flower) on one of the picnic tables in Jericho Park and there you were, larger than life in my feta cheese crumbly heart.

kisses,
T.B.

p.s. the other pic is Chelsea treading lightly on your garbage adventure trails by the beach xo

New Buddha

Pupparoos,

Ya know, you were both born in the Year of THE DOG!!! 1994...

New Buddha in the meditation room.... He's greening--make that emeralding-- your space. Look at that electric blue heart!!! Holy! I took a lot of care and time finding him, but I had no idea once I set him up in his/my space he was going to radiate a blue heart a pink levitation cloud and an emerald green aura! So, you boyz can relax a little more and stop worrying about me.... Buddha has me covered.... go play!

kisses,
The Bitch

Ballentyne's Day--Breaking A Tradition

Sweetlove Mingusboo,

I've taken over your half of the bed now, okay? Can you still eat where you are? Maybe posting a picture of you eating lamb stew is torture.... jeez, you had a beautiful coat, I wish my hair was as shiny as your coat... I know, salmon oil chasers and ooligans.... yum, yum

Auntie Robi is having a Christmas Eve/Valentine's Day Party this year since we all got snowed in on Christmas Eve and didn't get together. I'm not convinced that the saddest day of the year should be combined with Christmas Eve, but maybe now that November 18th is the saddest day of the year it will be okay not to sit home in the dark alone with a bottle of Ballentyne... maybe....

kisses to you my sweets
T.B.

Grieving, Day 60

Hi Sweetness,

Today is day 60 since you went to wherever you went to (I sincerely hope it isn't a community called "Rainbow Bridge" frankly, because that sounds like a sub-division in Surrey, or maybe near Phoenix, or in Utah, designed and funded by latter-day saints, where the birthrate is better-suited to the 16th century and where you'd probably have to babysit). I hope you went to a nice flat in New York, or Paris, or Buenos Aires with a big organic farm in the countryside too--with some Great Danes--where you spend most of your time, and with Chase too.)

I'm supposed to be over missing you now, and seeing your ghost, that's if I follow the text book versions of the grieving process. Otherwise, I get a diagnosis and PILLS, but not the kind of pills that you can save and overdose on later so I can come looking for you.

I'm sorry you didn't make it to the Obama Innauguration, but glad you were around for his election. The whole thing has become rather operatic since the election .... this following in the steps of Abe Lincoln is adding a solipsistic aura to the presidential role too WHICH I LOVE!--the mind as reality--my kind of escapism. The usual suspects will be here for Inauguration night dinner. I haven't set the menu yet. It will be spicy though. Auntie Robi will miss feeding you. I'll just miss you.

love and kisses,
the bitch

Marley and Me--The Non-Chewable Version

Dear M.,

I finally got up the courage to see the film version of "Marley and Me". You couldn't have chewed the film version like you chewed up the book version. I agree that the story was a lot thinner than the dog, but sheesh, Grogan is making a fortune on it, no matter what you thought of the book or the film, or how the dog morphed into a totally different-looking dog at each aging.... box office receipts darling, box office receipts..... They could have taken him off the corn diet crappy food that was giving him bloat too, but let's not get started down that road to nowhere.... It all ends in death in any case. Expect a rash of dogs named Marley ....

kisses,
T.B.

Wrong Channel

Dear Pupperoos,

Very funny! The Englishman's wandering/prankster spirit showed up at the goddess meditation instead of you! What was the bribe? Sirloin?

He snuck [of course] up behind me, tried to choke me with incense smoke, mucked with my very serious concentration and made me laugh and then blew out the candle. Were the two of you waiting on the snow clouds and eating frozen yogurt or what?
Okay, of all the men you might have enabled to play perfect pups you did choose well ... it was very funny ... but do I have to die to have fun with you? Sheesh!

kisses,
me

Snowed

Gorgeous Mingus,

Is it really impossible for you to come back? Look how much snow there is in our back lane! How come GREAT love gets taken away like this? There really never will be another Mingus, you know.

Love you,
T.B.

p.s. Mel is having a green goddess gathering tomorrow--I'll see if as a group we can channel you back :-))

What's The Word for "Dead" in Dog?

Sweet Minguslove,

Your [last] girlfriend, Chelsea, is visiting. She got freaked out when I said your name and is sniffing all your blankets and making eye signals at me like I should go fetch you.... (At least she isn't licking the walls like you did after your brother, Chase, died!) Do you think you could come and haunt her and explain where you are to her so she doesn't look at me with BLAME?

Thanks sweetlove... MISS YOU!

Love, T.B.

One Month Since You Died, Mingus

Gorgeous Mingus,

It's flaky here. I'm thinking about how you frolicked in the snow, and how you licked my face when I laid down to make angels in the snow after a big snow fall, and how we went cross country skiing together and you would run up and down the slope making sure I was okay.... remember our trips to Banff?

Can you still remember when you are dead?

Okay, you are haunting me. I'm sorry I said you weren't. I just don't really want to be haunted, like a house that isn't habitable or saleable because it gets locked in an historical event and garners a reputation completely attached to something other people can't cope with... like death....

It's Christmas again--yet it isn't without you.... you know the drill....

Thanks for haunting me; I miss you so.

kisses,
The Bitch

What's It All About?

Dear Mingus,

Are you having an identity crisis like I'm having an identity crisis?

Sometimes I look at your blog to see if I can figure out who I am without you.

I'm being a human. I'm hanging with humans. They talk, remember? A lot. Some bark. They have lots of opinions and say "I" a lot. The ones I'm around are nice ... They "diagnose" like all the others but if you call them on it they mellow out ... or not.... I'm one of them, remember?

Have you figured out this time continuum thing? What's the essence of where and what you are when you're alive, and then when you are dead? Besides all the MATERIAL BALLAST that humans devise to anchor themselves in "life" and attempt to make a dint in the erosive nature of time, what's the gist of the whole thing?

That thing that supports "the human enterprise"--the economy--is broken here. So far it is still free to go for walks though. Can you join me for one my sweet heart-breaker?

Your truelove,
Christine

You're the Best

Sweet Babies, I know you're at peace because your well-being permeates mine. I miss your physicality but I celebrate your new freedom, your release from pain, and your joy in your happy trancendence.

Thank you for leaving grace and warmth in your wake. The Earth may be poor in many ways but not in the swath you cut in my heart and my intellect. Thank you babies.

kisses,
T.B.

Bad Acting- I Can Still Fake A Smile

Sweet Minguslove and Chasearoo,

Look, it took a few days but I can still fake a smile! Okay, so my teeth are a bit clenched, but, hey, that's my business face. It paid your bills for long enough! Let's hope it can pay mine!

More tributes and condolences for your "passing" (and they ain't meaning gas this time!), Mingus. Dr. Sue who moved to Arbutus West Animal Clinic, Dr. Tonya and everyone at Mosquito Creek Vet, and Dr, Michael and the staff at Vancouver Animal Wellness sent lovely cards that made me cry more, and Jenny and Harold sent their condolences, and Auntie Virginia will miss picnicing with ya, and Donna commiserated with me, and your ex-Dad of course who balled his eyes out on the phone with me right after you died, and Uncle Kaye was so kind and you might meet up with his truelove--Maxine-- and of course, Auntie Joy has been checking in on me twice/day along with Auntie Lousia who checks in on me five time or more a day, and Melanie naturally, and Patricia at the office ... so you see, we did manage to build a net of great humans during our years together my puppylove .... I think I could make a biz of this professional mourning thing.... managing the grief and the condolences is actually more time-consuming than the last several months of nursing you my lovely.

Hope you're digging holes in the sand bigger than the hole in my heart pumpkins.

kisses,
The Bitch

p.s. I forgot, my favorite new platitude, and it is utilized incessantly, is "time heals". WTF! Time erodes--not heals! Anyone with an ounce of consciousness knows this. I know, just smile and go deaf! kisses

p.p.s. I still don't know where tears come from. Somewhere in the solar plexus.... miss you!

Mingus and Chase As Urned Carbon Deposits

Dear Sweet Mingus and Chase,

You're side by each again, but in a very dusty version of yourselves. It's a little/a lot macabre, but I'm getting into it. I put you above some of this year's canning. Okay? I'm sorry Ming, they didn't have any black urns so you're in a pearly ivory one like Chasearoo, but I can't find a black lab on roller skates for the top of your urn yet. I will. The orchid spray is from David upstairs. He left a beautiful bunch of them at our door on Tuesday.

Chelsea is hanging out with me today. She came with me to pick up your ashes. Very weird. We took you to the dog park but left you in the car. Very weird.

Do I have to serve liver birthday cake at your wake? I don't think the humans will like it. Chelsea is the only pooch left. You outlived all your buddies Mingie.

I miss everything about you.

Kisses,
The Bitch

p.s. I posted some of our friends kind sentiments on your death day page: http://mingusandthebitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-i-didnt-take-elevator.html

copyright 2008 Christine Saulnier, Mingusandthebitch

The Morning After You Died, Mingus

Hey, how come I can't be at my wake with you? I'm here. Where are you? Where's that demolecularizing/remolecularizing poodle, Benson, when I need him? I need him to show me how to walk through walls.... so I can get back to you. Here's a slideshow for you T.B.. You look like shit when you're so sad. I'm glad you have a hair appointment today.

love,
Mingus

Words by Pablo Neruda, as recorded for soundtrack for the film 'Il Postino'



Dear Mingus,

I slept with your thick black fur blanket from your downstairs bed cause it smells like you. Please don't be jealous. I thought Benson had taught you how to beat the confines of traditional physics--where are you?

Here's a cool thing that happened. I was having a hand massage from a masseuse who doesn't know me and after she finished my right hand and was just starting work on my left she blurted out, "do you have a dog?". I burst into tears of course and had to tell her that you had "died" yesterday, and she said she didn't know how she knew but the thought wouldn't leave her mind while she was working on my right hand--body memory baby, body memory. Anyway, she worked the kinks out of my right hand which is now deformed from carrying your fat butt down the stairs for four months. I'll be glad when you get that demolecularize/remolecularize thing beat Minguslove.

Did you have dinner with Chase? Love him for me. Any signs of Icy and Jenny and Woody and Chelsea and Shadow and Marina???? Is there an ex-pat Labrador Club? How's the food?

I look a little less like shit. I had a haircut and color and put some make-up on. I'm going swimming. Why don't you remolecularize in the pool but be invisible and we can beat Stupid Health Regulations at his exclusionary game. :-) They'll just think that a hirsuit guy was swimming in the pool.

Kisses,
The Bitch

copyright 2008 Christine Saulnier, Mingusandthebitch

Hey, I Didn't Take The Elevator

MINGUS THE GREAT
APRIL 8, 1994-NOVEMBER 18, 2008


Sweet Mingus,

Don’t cry for me

RUN, SWIM, CHASE RABBITS, HAUL LOGS TO SHORE, BARK WITH THE VITALITY OF YOUR YOUTH,
and eat your peas.

Don’t cry for me

I know you won’t forget us. Who could?

I’m going to believe in something beyond your physical beauty.

I’m going to believe that your sweetness remains here on Earth.

I’m going to believe in something….

I’m going to believe in something sweet and not as salty as this deluge I’m leaking, so far only from my eyes and nose, but I think my mouth is going to join in soon.

By the way, you did pee again after you were dead.
How cool is that?
You didn’t eat the cookie I tried to give you for peeing though. I tried the kangaroo ones, then the buffalo liver….
I’m glad you ate some of that pot roast last night and didn’t save it for today or you would have missed it. Would you like to be cremated with the pot roast? I could drive back to the clinic and have it packaged up with you.

I’m going to throw up now and then I’ll get back to crying, and then maybe I’ll finally fall asleep. It’s been quite a few days since I slept, but I liked listening to you sleeping. I’ll miss listening to you sleeping I can tell.

Well, good-bye for now. We’ll commune again later in the day okay?

Your love,
Christine

p.s. You didn’t take the elevator. I carried you.


copyright 2008 Christine Saulnier, Mingusandthebitch

Christmas in November

I'm resting up for my big overnight adventure to visit AuntieLouisaMichel--WHO ARE THE SOLE PROPRIETERS OF THE BEST DOGGIE CULINARY BOUTIQUE IN THE WHOLE WIDE UNIVERSE!!!! Forget Urbane, I mean Urban, Fare, this is Top Dog Cafe! "Star Pets Only"

zzzzzzzzzzzz
Mingusindreamland

Wise or Just Old? My NIkes are wearing out....

So, I hippihopped down the stairs this morning in an effort to save T.B.'s back for a change and to impress her that I could go down on my own and she didn't have to carry me, and I did, and I peed, and I sniffed around, and then I had a damn seizure when I got back into our den. It was a happy seizure in My Bitch's lap, cause she saw it coming and caught me and snuggled me through it, but I'm pissed. My Nikes are wearing out as you can see in this picture, and yes, I realize I can't run anyway, but I liked the soft deep cushion of my younger feet. I know it is okay, T.B. loves me and fends for me no matter what. I wish I could still do the same for her.

Minguslove

Remembrance Day

music: Astrud Gilberto

Laryngeal Paralysis Next?

Will the indignities never end? We just get my hind quarter working a little better and now I'm likely to asphixiate! Who designed us? What moron gave us one big muscle and one long nerve to control such a long and important area from the top of my head, down my throat, around my heart and back up to my larynx??? Very f__king funny! I'm not amused, even if it means The Bitch strokes me most of the day and night. She looks like hell I might add when she doesn't get any sleep.

I'm breathing. I'm breathing. She said to consider it as doing Yoga together and practicing our deep breathing. Fact is, I can still do a better downward dog than T.B. can, so I can probably master deep breathing in a jiffy too!

Minguslove

I Had A Dream

Was I dreaming?

T.B.'s spirits have shifted. There's latent optimism surfacing, she says... "After a seemingly interminable period of havoc and darkness coming from that white house, it feels like HOPE can take a turn at setting the pace, not just for the United States, but for all of us. When the camera settled on the Rev. Jesse Jackson crying in the Chicago crowd--tears of exhaustion, hope, recognition, disbelief?-- a few hundred years of vicious solitude seemed unshackled at that moment. There is a sense that the U.S.A. has been delivered into the present tense and that there will be intelligent dialogue audible in the streets in my lifetime, Mingus, if not in yours."

copyright 2008 Christine Saulnier, Mingusandthebitch

The Human Credibility Crisis

It isn't just a credit crisis apparently. It is a crisis of credulity ... the loss of meaning in the language is just the tip of the Alaskan iceberg according to T.B.. She still believes in me though. Wholeheartedly. Unfailingly. Devotedly.

It's reciprocal.

Mingus

copyright 2008 Christine Saulnier, Mingusandthebitch

No Pork On The Election Day Menu

Can’t Beet The Blues Deep Dish Pie

Dark Mumbo Gumbo and Giant Shrimps

Where Are The Greens?

Garden of Eden Crumble with Proposition 8 cream


copyright 2008 Christine Saulnier, Mingusandthebitch

Green Contact Lenses For My Birthday

Minguslove! You put in green contact lenses for my birthday celebration!

Thanks for staying alive for another of my birthdays Mingie Pingie Pooporramma. It just wouldn't be happy without ya big boy.

kisses,
The Bitch

How To Find My Blog

So, in analyzing the data on the sources of my followers--and I use the term metaphorically of course--it has been revealed that one of my followers found me by googling: "Is foreplay dangerous?".... Yes, you read it right. Not, "floorplay".

We've stopped laughing now and are napping! But I'm sure we'll be laughing again soon... no, we are going to the dog park ...

Minguslove


copyright 2008 Christine Saulnier, Mingusandthebitch

Barking

Terrible news! My new wife can't stay with us everyday because she barks and the neighbours complain. Well, she's a wife! Of course she barks! Sheesh. I'm going to divorce her and see if that will stop her barking and then maybe we can play together again .... like before it all got SO SERIOUS and BARKY.

Mingus, the distressed

copyright 2008 Christine Saulnier, Mingusandthebitch

My Wife

It starts with a couple of sleep-overs, then, you aren't even allowed half of your own bed, then, the guarding and glaring at me when I'm checking out other bitches in the park, pushing them out of my eyeview, then, has to be filling more of the photo frame than me ....

No nooky of course, none....

Can I sue T.B.?

Mingus, man--oops--dog UNDER new wife's control

copyright 2008 Christine Saulnier, Mingusandthebitch

How Old Am I in Human Years

I'm only 73, not 103!

The formula is: 10.5 dog years per human year for the first 2 years, then 4 dog years per human year for each year after. I'm 14 years and 7 months old now, a mere 73 year old by The Bitch's standards.... Of course I'm going to live for her birthday, Christmas, Boxing Day, New Years, Easter, My 15th Birthday .... just a little prostate problem with the arthritis, nothing geezer men don't have to contend with ....

I admit, I'm afraid to die, for a whole lot of reasons I've told you about here before, but mostly, what if being dead is boring.... Life with T.B. isn't boring. I'm afraid of boring, not death....

Mingus, the articulate

copyright 2008 Christine Saulnier, Mingusandthebitch

Infamy

Of course she's painting me and not the landscape! Sheesh! Sometimes you are just so human, T.B.!
I'm famous worldwide now you know. I even have a fan in Mongolia who said I have a nice rumproast and thinks I'd be tough but tasty.

Mingus, the naive

copyright 2008 Christine Saulnier, Mingusandthebitch

Affluent vs Effluent and My Girlfriend's Butt

I may not be Chelsea's stud, but I like calling her "my girlfriend" anyway. Hopefully, she has more age appropriate choices elsewhere!

I'm stumped by the words "affluent" and "effluent" at present.... as far as I can tell those humans always boasting about their affluence are just spewing more effluence..... but I'm just a dog!

Mingusdog

copyright 2008 Christine Saulnier, Mingusandthebitch

Playing "Hard to Get"

That's me with Chelsea kindly sharing my bed in the car with her. I play hard to get with her to no effect. Like me, she's more into T.B.. I can see it now, T.B. is going to haul us off to the sex therapist for correction.

Oh yeah, I have more fans too! In India! Romania. Scotland. And another bloke from the UK from Stoke on Trent.... sure that isn't "Toke" on Trent? No one seems very stoked by the place but there are some ancient ceramics there.

Yawn,
Mingusstudded