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April 2011


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

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Send email to timothyjlambert@gmail.com

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fight like a brave

Mark G. Harris and Lisa are visiting The Compound and all is well. Mark was barely here for three hours before he began complaining about my music collection. He and Lisa are learning all sorts of secrets about The Compound. One of those secrets is that for all my talk about dog training, Rex is beyond anyone's control. Especially mine. It's been a few days now and he's finally stopped looking at them and leaping on them with wild abandon as if they just arrived and he's never seen them before.

Speaking of dogs, there was dog drama at The Compound yesterday. I'd taken EZ out for her morning commune with the shrubbery. Becky didn't see us outside and opened her door to let the girls out. I wasn't close enough to stop EZ from running up onto the porch and I thought, This could be bad. Oddly, there was a brief moment of quiet, kind of like what I imagine being in the eye of a hurricane is like, and the dogs all just sniffed each other. Becky told me she thought everything was going to be okay if she could just get the girls back inside. The girls went willingly back into the house, but unfortunately EZ followed, and that's where Margo was laying in wait under the coffee table. We're not sure this is exactly what happened, but we think Margot probably snapped at EZ because there was a strange dog in her house who shouldn't have been there. We're not sure, because in the blink of an eye there was suddenly barking, snarling, snapping, and crying dogs in the living room. I wrenched EZ away from Margot and pushed her out the door, and unfortunately Guinness followed. I was about to tend to Margot when I was realized EZ had cornered Guinness under a bench on the porch, so I had to separate those two and get Guinness back in the house. Margot's ear was bleeding from where she'd been bit by EZ. Becky cleaned it with peroxide with Lisa's assistance. (It's nice to have a nurse staying in the west wing of the main house.) Then we played the blame game. I blamed myself for not policing EZ closely, and for not telling Becky that we were outside. Becky blamed herself for not checking thoroughly enough to make sure we weren't outside before she let the girls out. Neither of us blame EZ, because she's apparently been let down by too many humans and doesn't know better. Margot blames everyone.

Rex would like everyone to know that he had nothing to do with any of it.