Mingus and the older Stud

Buddy, was my first "father' figure.


He "mentored" me like certain priests do with alter boys. Mostly he liked to hug and nuzzle and try on sun glasses. He retrieved occasionally... lost pups....

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Rack of Lamb, Lunar Eclipse and Why Don't Dogs Cry?

Sure, all high art jibberish talk over candlelight, and barely any of that rack of lamb for me! Honestly, why do I love her and shed on her clean sheets to the degree I do???? She's a one way street without my name on it! Once I'm gone, she'll get over me and that will be that. I'll be some bunch of pictures, some words about me, some tears she'll stop shedding, someone she'll talk about only occasionally who she won't be rushing home to... it's depressing... but it's predictable....

Oh, sure, lick the leftover lamb juice Mingus, but don't sit at the table where the chops are!

I wish I could hate her.

Mingus


Apparently there was an eclipse last night. I thought it was a blimp hanging in the sky. I told you my eyesight is failing. I can still spot a rabbit at 1000 feet though (I just can't quite catch one though). We had a romantic day of snuggling after she'd left me to have breakies with Auntie V and Uncle K. She asked me why dogs don't cry and I didn't know the answer but I got salmon treats even though I didn't have the answer. She and Auntie Barb played downward dog without me again because of that puppy, "Health Regulations", otherwise I would be the one to show the class what a real downward dog looks like.

BREAKFAST!!!

kisses,
Mingus
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Valentine's Day, Dalantine, Snoopy

February 14, 2008.

I know I'm her Valentine, I do, but how many more are there anyway? She says I'm the only old black Labrador Retriever in her life, her one and only true love, but I don't feel it in my back legs (which she brushed this morning I might add and it was tickly and hurt too--I asked for morphine but she called me a junky and just kissed my head and cleaned my ears instead!).... She sure talks on the phone a lot--if I'm her one true love shouldn't she only want to talk to me and only me? I know, I'm being an old possessive little and furry dink.

Her funniest Valentine so far today came from Uncle Dal, of course! It is a picture of him draped in some red curtains with the hanger wires still in them. He's supposed to be one of the Arabian knights we think. Even I laughed, which made me choke on my saliva!

My Bitch sent a Valentine lecture to her up-tight English Lover about St. Valentine, the freedom fighter.... he hates lectures, but he loves sex. That makes two of them. Hey wait a minute! Right, that still makes me the only old black Labrador Retriever in her life that I know of. Unless Health Regulations is a black Labrador Retreiver????

Oh, she's taking me to the beach, something about a massacre..... and pinstripe suits. I don't know, I don't hear so good anymore! But there's dried salmon treats involved so I'm going!

Love and love and kisses and love,
Mingus

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February 11, 2008.

It's raining, it's pouring, my bitch is writing fiction again. Why not? It's better than reality if you let it be. She said she can mix love and fear and love and anger into a toxic fictional cocktail just as well as humans can in "reality". Frankly, I think she lost any sense of reality a long time ago. I mean look at her, I'm her best friend, it's a one way conversation and I shed black hair all over her sheets and she doesn't like hirsute in men, so go figure why she loves a big hairy, slobbering stud like me?????

My yams are in the oven. I can smell them, sweet and caramel. I'm going to have my third nap now while she moves words around on the screen. Puppy oh puppy! Humans sure make stupid lives for themselves!

Mingus, the wise

Nighttime....
My Bitch went swimming without me again.... something about pool rules and health and chlorine, and someone called Health Regulations .... she's pulling away isn't she???? I love her anyway. She cooks good yams and salmon, but what's with the broccoli in my dinner???? What happened to asparagus, huh????

My human ex-Dad sent us a Snoopy valentine. I'm funnier than Snoopy, I'm sure.... My Bitch says to stop being so competitive.... easy for her to say, she can drive and cook and go out on her own.... I have to rely on her for everything.... she has no idea how insecure that makes me and how I have to over-inflate my sense of self so that I can keep tricking her into loving me. She says that's ridiculous--her love is unconditional just like mine, but I know how humans work with their hidden agendas.... Am I really worthy of being loved for just being? That would be nice and civil. I have to pee.

Goodnight,
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GUNG HEI FAT CHOY

February 7, 2008. GUNG HEI FAT CHOY

If I heard properly, which maybe I didn't, WE HAVE RATS... A YEAR'S WORTH!!!! Who knows why this makes my bitch happy???? She's washing all my black fur throws too. I don't know if the two are connected? I'm so confused! Of course, I'm so old too. It's sunny!!!!!!

Ming

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Dogs, Dopamine, Frogs, Hopes of Mine

Feb 3, 2008.

I don't know what my bitch is on about now, "kissing fish, kissing frogs, how many do you have to kiss until you find a prince? how high is the risk of warts?" We don't have any fish or frogs. I'd better keep her on a short lead near the pond today! Why can't she be happy just kissing me? I'll have to find a way of increasing her dopamine levels when she gazes at me, so that she'll collapse into her old romantic self when she looks at me.

I was really wanting to just watch football today!

Ming



Several of my aunties were here for dinner, and my bitch brought out my photo history and my correspondence with Kora, my only Rottweiler girlfriend, who I had a fax correspondence with because no one used e-mail in those days.... Kora must have gone into an elevator like Chase and Gus ... I like to think that is what happened to her and that she didn't just stop loving me, or that My Bitch and Kora's Master just decided that our mutual love of terrorizing poodles warranted separating us forever ...

Well the dopamine is flowing in My Bitch again and she's sort of over shitty date... I wish I was a man (not really, but if it made My Bitch happier then I guess I'd be a dumb ass man for her)...

Ming
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