timothy j. lambert

I know, I know. I'm utter crap at updating, lately. Let me see if I can remember what's happened the past couple of weeks. Part of the reason for that is because I bought a new something. My old something was on the verge of collapsing, so purchasing the new something was vital. Unfortunately, I had to leave the next day to spend five days house and dog sitting for Lynne in the 'burbs, so I couldn't play with my new something right away.

Spending time in the 'burbs was nice. It wasn't as hot, oddly enough, and there were hardly any mosquitos, and now that I'm on a new schedule it wasn't as horrendous when Lynne's dogs woke me at 6:30 every morning. However, I hadn't been to Lynne's house since I quit smoking, which I didn't take into account before I went there, so whenever I found myself in a Now what? moment, I had to talk myself out of buying a pack of cigs many times. Many, many times. But I didn't smoke. Yay me.

Before I left for Lynne's I turned Maverick over to Regina, his previous foster mom. She left for an extended trip to New Mexico and thought it would be fun to take Maverick with her. Apparently, there'll be lots of open space in which he can run and play, and many lizards to chase. Plus, Regina was going alone, so she was grateful for his company. How could I refuse that? (Plus, she's been waffling for ages now about adopting him, so I'm hoping this will seal the deal.) I was sad to see him go, though. He's a cute little rascal. But no one was sadder than Rex to see him go. I took Rex with me to Lynne's and he was glued to my ankles the entire time. He barely played with Lynne's dogs. All he wanted to do was follow me around. When we returned home he ran to Maverick's food bowl, sniffed it, and then looked up at me as if to say, It smells like the fun dog, but I don't see the fun dog anywhere around here. Why is that? So I said to Rex, "Maverick is still in New Mavericko, being mavericky, in the land of mavericks, with all the other mavericks. I'm sure you'll see him again soon."

Meanwhile, I'm picking up an interim foster dog later today named Jackson. I don't think he's on the Scout's Honor site yet. But, until he is, look! It's Princess Leia!

I took a few photos of Jackson today, but they didn't turn out so well. But this one isn't that horrendous. Anyway, this is Jackson. He's a big pup. I think he's a brindle great dane mix. Not sure about that, though. The only thing I really know about him is that he was found running the streets of Houston. He can't be more than a year or two old. He's very sweet and loves to play. I have a large Kong that I bought years ago for River that no dog has ever played with. Which is crazy when you think about all the dogs that have been in and out of The Compound. Jackson loves it. He's been running around with it all night. Occasionally he'll stop by and drop it in my lap, leaving a misleading wet mark on my crotch. Thanks, Jackson! He's an excellent Frisbee dog. He knows how to sit and lay down, but it doesn't last long because he wants to be rewarded NOW PLEASE!

If you're in Houston and want to meet Jackson, please go to the Scout's Honor Web site and fill out an adoption application. And here's another photo. I had to retouch it a bit. (I borrowed a photo from you, Rio. Thanks!)