In 2015 I agreed with People Magazine’s choice of David Beckham as the Sexiest Man Alive, and not just because we share a nickname. Besides his great athletic career, he’s a devoted family man and a philanthropist. What’s not sexy about that?
Some people might think his little namesake is not quite as handsome, but he’s sure as fortunate. He was saved from death row; now he’s gone to find his forever family in the Badger State. And his foster mom Judy made sure he took a little bit of Texas along with him. Happy Trails and Tails, Beckham!
The harbinger of another Christmas at Houndstooth Hall!
Today, October 5, was the sixteenth anniversary of the first episode that aired of Gilmore Girls. Netflix teamed up with more than 200 coffee shops across the U.S. to celebrate and to promote the four new Gilmore Girls movies that will air on the network in late November. I love coffee, and I love Gilmore Girls, so I went to Houston’s Bosta coffee shop and snapped a few photos for my fellow fans.
Unlike at one pop-up location, Luke portrayer Scott Patterson wasn’t there. But Luke’s personality was strongly present.
Luke never smiles like this beautiful barista!
Lorelai was there in spirit–under the coffee sleeve.
Looking forward to the end of next month when we can all visit Luke’s and Stars Hollow with our favorite residents–and Kirk!–again.
In happier than unfinished projects Houndstooth Hall news, the break in Houston’s heat and humidity means this is ready to be enjoyed. If the mosquitos will cooperate.
Tonight, surrounded by people who love her, and eating treats until she fell asleep, our funny, quirky Guinness left us to find her big sister Margot at the Rainbow Bridge. I used to say that if I made a list of qualities I wanted in a dog, Guinness wouldn’t have matched them. Which shows that I know nothing, because she was the best girl, the best companion, the most entertaining of friends, and she was so sweet that everyone who ever met her loved her. Anytime someone questioned her intelligence, I reminded them that she had exactly the life she wanted. Not so dumb, that Guinness. She loved all treats and cheeseburgers. Actually, the only thing we ever offered her that she didn’t eat was a freshly caught fish. Apparently it needed to started smelling bad before it could entice her.
She was empathic and if she knew there was anything wrong with you, she’d lean in to you and give you all the love twenty-five pounds could give. Her heart was as big as her home state of Texas. And though her eyesight and hearing had dimmed, and her joints were stiff, and she had more than a touch of dementia, though she mostly liked to snooze and be left alone, she adapted to a new house and yard, the loss of her best friend Margot, and the new dogs who came into our home, some for a brief time and some to stay.
Run free, sweet Guinness.
When you have bronchitis but need to keep working, you set up a guest room as a satellite office. If you’re lucky, you have a foster dog named Thomas to assist you. Here, he’s creating a zen-like atmosphere in the workplace. Thomas should probably get a bonus.
September 5-11 is National Suicide Prevention Week. Every day I think of our nephew Aaron. I think of all the times we laughed together. I think of his playful nature, his wisdom, his compassion, the food and dogs and books and movies he liked. I think of the many photos his mother shared when we lived so far apart that allowed me to watch him as he grew up. I think of his visits to The Compound as he got older and the cherished place he took among our family and friends. I contemplate how he loved us and protected us, especially his parents, from the truth of the depression that engulfed him.
No matter how much I wish I could, I can never forget the stark truth of his last day and the terrible phone call that began my reality of living in a world without him. He killed himself just before his high school graduation. His friends overflowed his memorial service to say goodbye.
This year we didn’t celebrate his college graduation. We won’t know which career choices he might have made. We won’t see him marry, or hold his first child, or be part of all the celebrations and challenges that every family goes through together. Aaron didn’t take that from us. Depression did.
I wish no parent, no child, no brother or sister, no aunt or uncle, no grandparent, no cousin, no friend would ever have to know this kind of loss.
For more information about recognizing the risk factors and warning signs of suicide, please visit the American Association of Suicidology website. If you are struggling, please visit the Suicide Prevention Lifeline website. You can call 1-800-273-TALK (8255) and you’ll be connected to a skilled, trained counselor at a crisis center in your area, anytime 24/7.
We love you, Aaron, and hold your memory in our hearts.
These goofballs, with their Margaret Keane eyes. Big dogs on transport day like to turn their butts to my camera because I’m about the least interesting thing happening. But puppies turn on the pathos, like they are having the worst morning ever. In truth, once in their crates on the vans, most puppies either opt for a nice nap or they transform into hilarious little miscreants, playing tug of war or boxing with each other, shredding their puppy pads, or otherwise creating mayhem. The guilt-inducing portraits are just another part of their charm.
You can go here to see all of the Rescued Pets Movement dogs and cats who traveled in June. And I just joined RPM’s 2016 Saving Pets Challenge. If you want to make a donation to my team, the link is here!
Joel had a lot to think about on transport day.
If you want to see what keeps me busy, check out all the dogs and cats who left Houston for better lives in May at Rescued Pets Movement’s transport post.. It takes a lot of hours to maintain the records of 400-700 animals a month. Taking their photos is a bonus. =)
You can help Rescued Pets Movement win $10,000 without donating a penny–just your time in voting. You can get the details by clicking here. Thanks!
This guy had a birthday. Since it fell on transport day, we had cupcakes there so some of RPM’s amazing volunteers and staff could celebrate with him. And because he’s the compassionate person he is, he asked for only one thing for his birthday: donations to Rescued Pets Movement’s Crowdrise campaign to raise funds to restructure and reopen the Jack C. Alexander clinic after much needed repairs and modifications. If you’re so inclined, you can still show your love for Timothy J. Lambert and the movement to get Houston’s million homeless dogs and cats off the streets, out of the city pound, and into homes in other states where they’re desperately wanted. You can click here to donate or learn more.