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Lazy Bones
June 3, 2009, 3:08 pm
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Mr. Burns Owns the Bed, originally uploaded by pixielove.

I’m having a hard time leaving the house at this point…it’s so cozy in the upstairs lounge where I have guitar, satellite TV, interwebs, three cats, two dogs, and a patch of warm sunshine just begging for me to nap.

I was forced out this morning only because the animals were hungrily stalking me through the house until I remembered they did not have food.

Creek Dog Townes ran and hid when I said, “Walk?” Burns and Max peacefully napped together on the bed. And Jack the Beagle had no interest in my lunch.

I gotta get outta here!

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Sabbatical Companion


Sabbatical Companion

Originally uploaded by pixielove

Yesterday was my first real day on sabbatical and boy, did I have grand plans:

  • Get up early with Pancho and exercise
  • Change name at social security administration
  • Enjoy grand park adventure with dogs
  • Frame paintings purchased on honeymoon over a year ago
  • Rid house of kim-chi and bulgalbi cookout smells
  • Overachieve on songwriting class homework
  • Write best one-line book summary ever
  • Rock out on guitar
  • Make most delicious homemade bread

What was I thinking? Pancho wakes up at the crack of dawn.

Here’s my real day:

  • Wake up at 7:30am and Facebook for one hour
  • Try to take the dogs for a walk only to discover Pancho took leashes to work
  • Maintain safe driving to Red Bud Island while Jack the Beagle stands on back of seat and pants in ear
  • Try to pay the housekeeper only to discover Pancho absconded with cash
  • Pick up Pancho for lunch at Mooyah
  • Drop off paintings and return Pancho to work
  • Go back to Pancho’s work to pick up cash I forgot
  • Eavesdrop on domestic squabble between birds squatting in Purple Martin house
  • Photograph Max Cat, my dear sabbatical companion who sleeps in the dirty laundry basket as I write.

Not what I’d planned, but wonderfully free.



The Beagle Brigade
May 3, 2008, 9:13 pm
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Jackson Browne…Jack Attack…Pooty McStinker…Poots…Jackolantern…they all call up the same crazy dog that we adopted last year: Jack the Beagle.

During our adventure at Eeyore’s Birthday last weekend (where Jack saw his first horses and a macaw–all at the same time…and learned the joys of baying to the beats in the drum circles), we met a lady who organizes the Austin Beagle Brigade. I imagined chaos with loud, howling beagle dogs running around like my Jack…clearly, I had to see this in person.

Jack loves to ride in the car. He thinks anyplace the car takes you is the park. Sometimes, the parks are pretty bad (like when we go to the post office, or our old duplex that we’re renovating). And sometimes, they are awesome (like Red Bud or Auditorium Shores or Onion Creek). Regardless, a trip in the car is exciting for Jack.

First, there’s the joy inside the house as he sees that we’re not going to work. Then, there’s the race to get to the car first. He can’t bear to think that Townes might get his window seat. Pancho and I always carry earplugs for the ride…poor Townes smiles and hopes we get there quickly. So much anticipation and excitement for our little Jack, and then…he doesn’t even play with the other beagles. He doesn’t like being separated from Townes.
It turns our our guy was the loudest in the group, and he eventually took on one good chase with the beagles, running all over the park baying at the group. When he wasn’t baying, he was climbing in the laps of onlookers…he thinks he’s a small lap dog even though he’s 50 pounds.

Our Jack…you gotta love him.