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tuesdays with(out) rexford

I was reading and marking up stories submitted for the anthology Becky and I are editing when Pixie and Penny jumped up on the sectional with me. It was as if they were taking a moment to check on me, … Continue reading

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tuesdays with rexford

A storm passed over Houston at horrendous o’clock this morning, which meant Rex required holding and spooning while I tried to sleep. When I got up he was still upset about the thunder and refused to move when I started … Continue reading

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tuesdays with rexford

Meow?

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tuesdays with rexford

In junior high school my friend Kimberly Russell inexplicably announced to me that I’d look fabulous in a yellow dress. If you want to shoot an arrow into the delicate masculinity of a boy in the throes of puberty, telling … Continue reading

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tuesdays with rexford

For the past ten days I was taking care of dogs in many homes other than my own, so someone has been glued to me ever since I returned last night. I don’t mind at all.

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tuesdays with rexford

Yes, Rex, the head on the door was a dream. A happy–I mean–a dismal World Goth Day to one and all!

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tuesdays with rexford

Rex and his bitches. They’re kind of like Wilson Phillips, if Chynna Phillips was a moody male dog with glowing green eyes. Three guesses as to which of them is Carnie Wilson.

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tuesdays with rexford

When I came home from walking other people’s dogs today Rex did a lap around my legs and then ran to his water dish. He licked the dry bowl and then plopped down pointedly on the floor in front of … Continue reading

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tuesdays with rexford

You probably can’t tell, but Rex is saying, “Dyson! Come to kill us with cyclone technology!”

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tuesdays with rexford

While I’m on my putting my shoes and getting ready to leave Rex will lie down near the front door and assume the above pathetic pose, as if saying, No, no, go on without me. I’ll lie here on the … Continue reading

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