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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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When EZ first came into my life she was standing in the back of The Compound SUV wailing and whining while Rex's attorney did her best to quell the histrionics. Now, as if she'd been coached by Rex at some point, EZ loves the car. Probably because it usually takes her to places like Cooper Animal Clinic, where she gets lots of attention and treats. Last weekend I had the task of cleaning an apartment so the former owner, who had moved out, would get her deposit returned. I spread the task out over two days so I could be sure to get to every nook and cranny, and not wipe myself (and my bum lung) out in the process. I took EZ with me, because I wanted company and I thought it would be a fun outing for her. After a half hour of sniffing every corner she flopped down on the living room carpet and stared at the wall for the next four hours, informing me that I was wrong. There was nothing fun about cleaning.

She's pretty smart, EZ.

The next day, Sunday, I brought EZ and a bone along for the ride. I locked the apartment door, tossed the bone at her feet, and said, "Here. Enjoy," and went to clean the kitchen. Three hours later, I turned on the vacuum and had fun watching her moving the bone to various spots in the living room, keeping it safe from the evil Dirt Devil. When the job was complete, she wagged her tail and pawed at my foot, as if to say, Do we have to go? Cleaning is fun! And might there be another bone for me?

There wasn't another bone, but there was another ride in the car to get home. And there was another ride in the car today when I took her to Sugar Land Veterinary Specialty and Emergency $ Critical Care Center to have an x-ray taken of her front paw. I had the enormous pleasure of dodging stupid drivers on 59 for a half hour, while EZ took a long nap in the passenger seat. I couldn't help but smile, though, thinking how far she's come since that first car ride. Unfortunately, her front paw is still stuck in the past. It seems that the bones in her paw (I can't remember the myriad names of every bone, sorry.) are still fractured. Most likely, they haven't healed because of the infection. The infection, however, seems to be healing, as her paw isn't swollen anymore. So, she'll still need to be in a splint, and the doctors involved in her care are debating how to further treat her. Best case scenario: the infection will be abated and her bones will heal in time. A scenario that's not as horrific as it sounds: the infection will be abated, her bones don't heal, and a metal plate is installed over her paw and wrist to offer support. Worst case scenario that was already nipped in the bud: amputation. The doctor I spoke with today said that amputation won't be necessary, and almost never happens anymore, so don't even worry about that.

In any event, EZ got in another long nap on the ride home and then ran around the house twice, looking for squirrels, neighbor's cats, or birds. Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth, her eyes were bright, and she seemed to be saying, I'm not worried. Life is good.

Damned smart, EZ.

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