Labrador Retriever Love

Sweet Mingus, If I could fill your deafened ears with music this would be one of the songs I'd broadcast, as sung by Laura Fygi... I love you big boy and will always catch you in your little heart-stopping collapses in the park, or anywhere... I don't look forward to your death, but I do look forward to being your stalwart companion as you walk (OR RATHER, STUMBLE) towards it

The Bitch

copyright 2008 Christine Saulnier, Mingusandthebitch

"In A Kennel In The Cargo Hold"

Airlines deserve to go out of business. Did you know that they have a policy of treating dogs like luggage and putting them in the cargo hold? Have you ever heard anything so blatantly ridiculous in your life? Maybe T.B. is making this up as an excuse for not taking me to Hawaii... maybe she has another Mingus in Hawaii that she is hiding from me ... that's impossible... there could never be "another Mingus".

Obviously, airlines are like despotic governements and Stupid Health Regulations. T.B. might have to put up with some dumbass human in the seat next to her instead of being able to buy the seat for me... there is no sense in how these humans organize regulations... well, she isn't going anywhere without me anyway, so it sounds like car travel from here on....

Mingus, the peeved consumer

copyright 2008 Christine Saulnier, Mingusandthebitch

A Trip Renewing Our Vows

T.B. and I renewed our vows yesterday. She took me to a fabulous waterfront retreat run by one of my favourite Labrador Retriever lovers and we all chilled out and enjoyed the bounty of the West Coast and slept to the lulling sound of the water and the deer and the bats and the ferries and each other. I admit, I do love T.B. as much as she loves me.

Minguslove

copyright 2008 Christine Saulnier, Mingusandthebitch

Beware of Con Dogs In The Park

NEWSFLASH:
I am recovering in my red donut bed ontop of my freshly laundered flokati in the sun, and munching on warm poached organic chicken hearts with tumeric (a marvelous anti- inflamatory!), after enduring a shakedown by a black Labrador Retriever in the dog park. In my opinion he was part pitbull and testosterone-plagued and clearly not up on civil behavior with respect to ones elders.

He intimidated me until I had a smallish heart attack and collapsed, but not before I had a bowel movement. T.B. was getting set to punch him in the face or nuts when he wouldn't back off with her pulling him off me and yelling "OFF YOU STUPID FUCK", but his [un]professional dogwalker intervened and scooted him outta there. The Bitch bore the brundt of "the attack" since she was still in her fancy work clothes and laid down with me in the wet grass and mud to hold me until I came too. (BTW, I think she'd be a mighty fine mud wrestler! You can dress her up, but you can't stop her rolling a bully onto his back just cause she's wearing a suit.)

Mingus, and his Consigliere

copyright 2008 Christine Saulnier, Mingusandthebitch

I Am A Trip To Florence

If I understood properly, T.B. told someone on the telephone that I am her trip to Florence and at this rate, Barcelona, too. She listed off my various doctors appointments, medications, and menu plan like they were scenic stops along the Arno. She's such a romantic.

p.s. what's a cost benefit analysis?

Mingus, the holiday replacement dog

copyright 2008 Christine Saulnier, Mingusandthebitch

I Am Not A Voodoo Doll

I'm at the age where I spend more time at doctor appointments than I do looking for dogettes to play humpies with....

Yes, those are needles in my head and shoulders! Doesn't T.B. have anything better to spend her money on???? Oh, she does... I'd better STFU and be a grateful pin cushion.

Mingus (the grateful)

copyright 2008 Christine Saulnier, Mingusandthebitch

Neruda Helps Mingus with His Love Threats

copyright 2008 Christine Saulnier, Mingusandthebitch

Black Labrador Slideshow

Let me make one thing perfectly clear--this was not my idea! T.B. is playing with this slideshow thing and guess who has to be the subject matter?!#$%**!!!??? She thinks it is really funny set to Salli Terri's very romantic ballad "Black Is The Color of My True Love's Hair". I have fur, not hair! She actually does love me this much ... look, am I going to try to convince her to pour all this love into "a man"? PPPPLLLLLLEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSEEE!!!! (Well, maybe a rich man who will send us to Santa Monica for the winter where my feet might hurt less! )

copyright 2008 Christine Saulnier, Mingusandthebitch

I Caught Her Checking Out The Puppies

Not only are my feet broken, but so is my heart. I caught T.B. being overly-interested in some puppies at Kits Park. I'm not jealous because I know that she'll never, ever, ever be able to replicate what she and I have, but I'm hurt that I can't be a puppy all over again and relive my life with T.B. from beginning to end a few times more. I'd like to be a better diver on the second round and I'd sure like to go cross-country skiing with her again.

She says I'm not nearly as sad about this unfair aging thing as she is--does she have to make a contest out of this? We both lose no matter how you slice the . . . FISH BROWNIES. WHO KNEW? FISH INSTEAD OF LIVER (or maybe its liverfish brownies)!!!!
Mingus, with fish breath

copyright 2008 Christine Saulnier, Mingusandthebitch