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April 2011

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my (our) books

Fool for Love When You Don't See Me

Someone Like You I'm Your Man

He's The One It Had To Be You

The Mammoth Book of New Gay Erotica Best Gay Erotica 2007

Best Gay Love Stories: New York City Best Gay Love Stories 2005

Three Fortunes In One Cookie The Deal

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If you have any of the above books and would like them signed, mail them to:

P.O. Box 131845, Houston, TX., 77219.

Please include three dollars for return postage.

Send email to timothyjlambert@gmail.com


Warning: This blog may contain homosexuals which in the states of California and Maine have been alleged to destroy the sanctity of marriage. Read at your own risk.



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After a three hour nap on Wednesday morning, I took EZ to her 10:30 AM appointment at SLVS. Her bandages were removed, Dr. Bubenik checked her leg very carefully, and then she grinned. There's nothing better than a grinning veterinarian. She said EZ's leg is healing beautifully and this would be her last appointment, unless something freakishly unexpected happened. Dr. Bubenik walked us out to the lobby--which probably makes it sound like she led me on a leash, but that didn't happen--where she said that day's visit was on the house, and if there's anything she can do in the future for Scout's Honor to please contact her. I thanked her profusely for everything she did for EZ. In the parking lot, when I opened the car door and EZ hopped inside on all four legs, I teared up and laughed as I said, "Good girl!"

When we returned to The Compound I slipped off the leash and let her run around the yard for a little while. She ran across the East Lawn and I was thrilled to see her use her back leg. We've been working at building the muscles around her hip, so it was great to see the hard work is paying off. Dr. Bubenik cautioned that I should slowly build up to long walks, maybe starting off with two twenty minute walks for a week or two, and then ramping that up to three twenty minute walks, or two thirty minute walks, etc. With that in mind, I leashed her again and took her inside, not wanting to undo all the progress that's been made. It's phenomenal when you think about everything that EZ's been through. She fell off the back of a truck, was hit by a car, had a dislocated hip, a severely fractured carpus, had corrective surgery to repair the hip, her front leg has been in a cast since February, and she's had to be crated since then, too.

Which is why it was great to take her with me to L____'s house Thursday when I cleaned. EZ watched me work for a little while, but she's not keen on loud noises or sudden moving objects, so when I moved the furniture in the living room and the vacuum came out, she found a cozy spot in the guest room and took a long nap. I almost forgot she was there, until she came to inspect my work after I polished the hardwood floors. After I polished them again I found her napping on the cool kitchen tile. When I started cleaning that room, she looked at me, obviously annoyed at the noise of microscopic drops of Windex mist hitting nearby surfaces, got to her feet, and shuffled down the hall to the guest room. While I was scrubbing behind the toilet in the guest bath, I fantasized about EZ finally going to the next adoption Meet and Greet and finding the perfect family to take her home with them. If only there were more agoraphobic writers in Houston with fenced lawns.

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