Wednesday night

As Tim said, our friend Steve has flown in for a mini-vacation with us on his way to a family reunion. He knows he’s in for a lot of picture-taking, but I figured I’d give him at least one night’s respite before I began snapping.

Steve was kind enough not to mind that there was a little something I wanted to do that meant I wouldn’t be at The Compound until an hour or so after he arrived. It’s possible that people who live in other places that are not Texas don’t understand what a rare and exciting thing it is for me to be in a room with hundreds of my people. “My people”: a range of voters from the “I can’t take the way things are anymore” to “yellow DAWG.” As in…Democrats.

So…
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Button Sunday

The first Pride that Margot and Guinness were with us, Tom and I took them to the parade just as we had Stevie and Pete in years past. Big mistake. Guinness was fine with it, but Margot was terrified. We hadn’t known until then that loud noises–like say, Dykes on Bikes and sirens–scared her, because she hadn’t yet started to show her fear of thunder. Lesson learned. No more Pride for the girls.

Last year, Tom was exhausted on that Saturday, so he stayed home with all the dogs while Tim and I walked to the parade and met up with Rhonda and Lindsey. This year, Tom went with Rhonda and Lindsey, and Tim and I planned to catch up with them later. I asked Tim if Rex could go, and he seemed a little iffy about it. So while Tim was getting ready, Rex and I did a little something to show him that Rex really, really felt proud:

lots of photos

For Lisa

I wanted to thank you for all the photos you’ve been posting. =) I’m glad you found MISADVENTURES IN THE (213) and hope you enjoy it. Tim loaned me his to read many years ago, but sadly, I didn’t have my own copy when we met Dennis when he was promoting SCREENING PARTY. Later, I scored a hard cover, but it’s not quite as special to me as this one Jim sent me:

Jim did a signing around the time HE’S THE ONE came out with Dennis, Dave Benbow, and Gregory Hinton. Since I know you love photos, I’m providing a few behind a cut.

book signing

Saturday in the park…sort of…

I woke early this morning feeling like hammered wolf crap. So I did what any sensible person would do. I got up, brushed my teeth, applied a clay mask to my face and cucumber slices to my tired eyes, and went back to bed. I vaguely remember hearing Tom say, “No, Guinness. That’s not a doggie snack.” She must have listened because the slices were still there when I woke up later to chisel the plaster from my face.

After officially getting up, showering, etc., I was drinking coffee (in my Starbucks travel tumbler; too generic to photograph) and taking a break from Coventry when it occurred to me that a couple of weeks ago, I was sitting in a Starbucks on Columbus Avenue, cursing the gods of wireless disconnections. In honor of that memory, it seems like a good time to publish the rest of my New York photos.

authors and other people

Jim cheers me up

Last night I was reading Poppy Z. Brite’s LJ entries about her cat, William, who’s ill. She has lost two cats in the last year, Nathan and Colm. My LJ friend Wendy also recently lost two cats, Sadie and Oscar, and yesterday had to have her golden retriever, Cassidy, put to sleep. And Really Rob recently lost his sweet dog Nickie.

People who’ve loved companion animals know too well the unfathomable sorrow of losing them. But because we also know their immeasurable love and the happiness they bring, we are almost always willing to open our hearts to more of them. There is no such thing as replacing those who are lost. It just can’t be done. But our hearts seem to expand and make more space for new animal friends to nestle in and call home.

I had conversations with Tim and Jim about this yesterday, and afterward, Jim sent some photos hoping they’d make me feel better. They did, so I thought I’d share them with you.

photos from Jim

A beaver is born

My friend Amy is now older than I am because she hasn’t yet learned the art of staying the same age for longer than always. But when I met her when we worked together, she was a lot younger than me. It was her first post-college CAREER job, and for some reason–maybe because I was older and as a temp, was still pretending to be a nice person–she sought me out to ask some question about our employer. My only answer was the ever-popular, “I’m just a temp!”, but regardless of my total lack of helpfulness, we became friends. I’m not talking work buddies, I’m talking lifelong, be there for each other no matter what FRIENDS.


Amy at my book signing last December.

I think Amy is beautiful inside and out, but one of my favorite things she would do is make what I called her beaver face, wrinkling her nose, scrunching up her lips, and sticking her teeth out. Sometimes when I needed a laugh–and that was often during the AIDS and corporate years–I’d beg her for the beaver face, and no matter how tired of me she was, she’d humor me.

When she got married back in 2000, I went with her mom, sister, and her on the day that she was getting her bridal portraits done in the beautiful old home where her wedding ceremony would be. We were going up the stairs when I saw the oddest and most unexpected thing ever in a place that hosted weddings. I got Amy to pose with it and make the beaver face.

With her wedding, Amy became stepmom to her husband’s son, which was good preparation for the birth of Jonathan in 2002 and Ryan in 2005. (If you read A COVENTRY CHRISTMAS, you may recognize those as the names of Holly’s sons. Now you know whose names I stole.) Even though Holly is NOT Amy, they do have something else in common, in that Amy and her husband are now expecting baby three. I couldn’t be happier, because they are a couple of the best people and best parents I know.

Plus… if the photo I got today is any indication? One day, I think Jonathan will be making HIS friends laugh, too, because as Amy said in her card, “Wonder where he learned to make this face?!”

Not for the squeamish

I do still have photos from NYC and maybe even from NOLA that include actual people that I want to get on here. However, something interesting happened when I was in New York. I kept meeting people who read Tim’s and my LiveJournals. Upon hearing that they did, I expected the following questions:

1. How do you guys write together?
2. When’s your next book out?
3. Does Timothy J. Lambert really sleep in the buff?
4. What’s the deal with BBQ Fritos and how can I make Greg Herren send them to me?
5. Should I buy Famous Author Rob Byrnes a drink or donate money for his suite at Betty Ford?

But no. The most frequent question was, “What got you on the raw food kick for your dogs, and tell me more about it.”

Evidence that people love dogs more than reading, eating, and getting info on hot men.

After my dogs died in 2000 and then Margot and Guinness came to us, I stopped buying any commercially prepared dog food except Wysong. We fed them dry and flavored it with Wysong’s canned organs, beef, and chicken. But when I researched foods before I decided on Wysong, I kept finding people who recommended raw diet. There were parts (ha ha) of the raw diet that grossed me out, and I just didn’t think I could do it. I was satisfied with Wysong, and my dogs gave their hearty approval of it, so that was good enough for me.

Then River came along with his many health problems, and Tim researched how diet might exacerbate or eliminate some of those problems. Again, raw diet kept being touted. There were (and are) plenty of people against raw feeding for dogs, but they were usually people who hadn’t tried it. Some vets don’t approve of raw diet. They weren’t educated to use it, and frequently, their nutrition teachers in vet schools came from companies like Science Diet, the food you most often see sold in vet clinics. I’m not anti-Science Diet, and I’m pro-Wysong. But I wanted to get away from all commercial food, because, for example, it bothered me that Guinness scratches so much. She seems to have a problem with yeast that leads to chronic ear infections. Could it be something in her dry food causing the problem?

Those who tried raw diet talked about better breath, better coats, less skin problems, better stools, less allergies, cleaner teeth (healthy teeth are an indicator for a longer lifespan in dogs as well as people, which is why vets now offer to clean your dog’s teeth), less joint problems, less health issues that led to vet visits. Having spent thousands of dollars on three sick dogs, fewer costly vet visits sounded good. My dogs get two checkups a year, and they always will. But if anything could spare us the heartbreak of putting another three dogs to sleep, before the full life expectancy of their breeds and after a range of mystery illnesses, it was worth trying.

It’s a sad fact of life that most of us with a normal lifespan will outlive many dogs and cats who bless our lives with their love and companionship. But if something offers the hope of keeping them with us longer–and in good health during that longer life–it just makes sense. Still, though Tim and I talked about it, we knew it was going to take work, research, time, energy, and commitment, and other things seemed more pressing.

Then the pet food recall and all those animal deaths hit the news. Although none of the foods we used were involved, it seemed the story kept developing, with more disturbing details and more products added. It was the right time to jump. We’re lucky enough to have a raw food supplier in Houston, so I went there first, to get food and advice. (All that information is also available on the Internet.) Now we’re doing it all ourselves. If we ever have to board our dogs, I can see going back to her because she sells raw diet in forms that would make it easier for a vet or a kennel to feed them.

Raw diet is time consuming, I don’t deny that. My time per week probably averages five hours, mostly because I sometimes have a difficult time finding the right food at our grocery stores and making sure it’s from the USA (not China). I’m also stuck begging butchers for help, which always entails explaining things like how uncooked bones will NOT hurt the dogs. Uncooked bones are soft, and it’s fun to see the pleasure in the dogs’ eyes as they crunch on chicken and turkey necks or chunks of catfish with the bones still there. This was the biggest obstacle I had to overcome about feeding raw. I was convinced that my dogs were going to choke or get perforated intestines and die because of bones. I’m still a little iffy about rib bones, but the dogs have had no problem with the smaller bones at all. And we’ve always given large marrow bones to them as a treat. Even after they’ve cleaned them, they like to gnaw on those bones, which is great for their teeth.

Other benefits of raw food, just like I was promised: better breath, whiter teeth, stronger jaws, better weight management, less scratching, shiny coats, better sleep habits, smaller, healthier stools (I regret to say that The Compound Canines have been known, on occasion, to be poop eaters, but with raw diet, that has stopped!). Of course, the benefits I most hope for will only be evident over the long term. The dogs are completely off any dry food now, and getting all raw.

Behind the cut, I’m putting photos with more specific information about what’s working for us. If you can endure pictures of raw stuff, check it out. If you can’t, then all I can say is, yes, Tim does sleep in the buff, and no, I don’t have photos to prove it.

more about the Compound Canines’ raw diet here