Well, there have been several updates over at the Mina and Celeste Chronicles Blog. And by several, I mean two. When dogs are abandulated The scene: Home back from five days of vacationing without...best to annoy the crap out of me Me : What the heck are you doing in here, Mina? Mina : *sits by leg* Oh, you know, I was just checking in to see if you still remembered I existed. That's all.

I am not a hockey mother Mina here: I'm taking over this blog-like device for just a second. Please note that I have perfect lipstickified lips. I don't even have to try to make it perfect, it...between me and a certain hockey mother than just lipstick. For example, she claims I wouldn't hunt moose or caribou or put grizzly bear heads on her sofa. More at the Mina & Celeste Chronicles Enjoy!

Back by popular demand (i.e. one person telling me they needed more Mina and Celeste Chronicles) here is an excellent TRUE story that played out a couple months ago. An oldy but goody. The Curious Incident...This is a true story The joy of two dogs When stupid dogs run loose Lightning Bolts of Destruction Of Loose Dogs and Scratched Trucks When Good Dogs go Bad The Book Incident

Nearly a year ago, I went down to Mexico with Compassion Without Borders for a weeklong spay-camp (you can read a little about my experience here ). The experience still haunts me, in both good and...This is a true story The joy of two dogs When stupid dogs run loose Lightning Bolts of Destruction Of Loose Dogs and Scratched Trucks When Good Dogs go Bad The Book Incident

Hey guys, I'm sad. Like really sad. There is no way you could be more emo than me. No way. Except if you were more emo, then you would be. But you aren't. Because I am. More emo, that is. Even...could accompany dejected, sad, woebegone, sorrowful and despondent...and you will have me, Miss Mina. Do not send love. Please send accolades on how wonderfully, inconsolably, sad I am. Thank you.

The scene: A sunny day at a nature-like place. Two awesome canines were playing on 30' leads in the middle of a field, away from the trail. The cast: Me: Hapless canine guardian. Mina: Patchy-eyed pit... Celeste was barking at no one in particular and not really sure what to do, though she did body slam both Mina and the Golden at least three times. More important note: Leash your dogs, people.

I made a flirt pole for Mina, and Celeste thinks it's the best invention ever. Mina thinks Celeste chasing a toy on a flirt pole is the best invention ever. I guess that makes everyone happy. Plus, flirt...of all dog toys. Celeste thinks that two-inches off the ground is like MAJOR AIR TIME!!! I'm considering chasing Celeste. But staring off in the distance sounds much more appealing.

  ACK! I HAVE BEEN MURDERED!!! By an evil mutt of doom. See how she has flung me to the bed, my eyes glazing over and my EAR, my POOR DEFENSELESS ear!!! (I mean, seriously, why would she want MY perfect ears to look like HERS?!?!?!ELVENETY5!) Please revive me with cookies.  Thank you, Miss Mina PS: I'm not really dead. However, I am a tragic heroine who could use some cookies STAT.

Once upon a time there was a pit bull named Mina. Her human minion took her to the vet for the sheer thrill of torturing her and to spend $300 (but mainly on the evil muttskie of doom, Celeste). At...pit bull named Mina gave her minion a kiss, curled up into a doughnut next to her evil muttskie of a sister, Celeste, and snored to her little pit bull heart's content. This is a true story. The end.

Celeste just sat on Mina's head. And Mina didn't move. For five minutes. I laughed really loud the entire time.