Is Fido your bestie? Puff your BFF?
People who say diamonds are a girl’s best friend must not have a dog. Oh sure, I do have other friends. But none of them are waiting when I get home, so eager to see me they’re giving little whines and moans of excitement. (My husband stopped doing that—eventually—and if anyone else tried, police would probably be involved.) None of my friends guard my door against that rascal from Royal Mail who tries—every day!—to put things through the mail doggy viewing slot. (And don’t even get us started about that monster from UPS who keeps knocking on the pack’s door. He must die.) None of them dutifully follows me downstairs at 0:dark-thirty when I wake up with the latest idea of how to torture my characters resolve a plot hole.
So…who loves you? Email a picture of your best pet pal to barbtaub@gmail.com and show us. I’ll feature your pet in the Showcase on Wednesday, December 24th. AND (thanks to an anonymous benefactor) look what you’ll get in return:
1. Amazon will send a gift certificate—absolutely FREE— for one of the Null City books below, to you or the recipient of your choice.
2. You’ll help homeless pets. (All royalties before January 1, 2015 will support no-kill shelters US and UK.)
3. You’ll show the world why your best pal is a star.
BUT HURRY! All entries must be received by Tuesday, December 23rd. There are 25 gift certificates, so if more entries are received, winners will be drawn from a pool of all entrants. It’s easy:
- Email a picture of your pet to barbtaub@gmail.com. If you have a minute, tell what is so special about your pal, or how they happened to adopt you.
- Tell me the name and email address for the gift certificate.
Null City: In the world of Null City… Superpowers suck. If you just want to live a normal life, Null City is only a Metro ride away. After one day there, imps become baristas, and hellhounds become poodles. Demons settle down, become parents, join the PTA, and worry about their taxes. But outside of Null City, now that the century-long secret Nonwars between Gifts and Haven are over and the Accords Treaty is signed, an uneasy peace is policed by Wardens under the command of the Accords Agency.
Don’t Touch: Hope flares each morning in the tiny flash of a second before Lette touches that first thing. And destroys it.
Her online journal spans a decade, beginning with the day a thirteen-year-old inherits an extreme form of the family “gift.” Every day whatever she touches converts into something new: bunnies, bubbles, bombs, and everything in between.
Lette’s search for a cure leads her to Stefan, whose fairy-tale looks hide a monstrous legacy, and to Rag, an arrogant, crabby ex-angel with boundary issues. The three face an army led by a monster who feeds on children’s fear. But it’s their own inner demons they must defeat first.
I love that the villain of the piece is a horrific beast-like creature of folklore, said to be the son of Hel, and is part of a tradition which is centuries old. You just know when you read something written by Barb Taub it’s going to be vividly imaginative and full of humour, fun and excellent writing. –Between The Lines Bookblog
(Buy link: Amazon US | Amazon UK)
Tales From Null City (Anthology):
Payback is a Witch Claire Danielsen is a young witch whose goddess is house cat of unusual size. Peter Oshiro is a Warden policing a delicate truce between those who are human and those who… aren’t. It just would have been nice if someone told them the angels were all on the other side.
Just for the Spell of It Liam is an ungodly soccer-playing card sharp on a mission from God. Eirie is a beautiful punk fairy princess with her own daytime radio talk show. They’ve worked cases for the Accords Agency before, but with war between realms looming and her baby sister as the bargaining chip, partnering just got personal.
My favorite of these two stories was Payback is a Witch. I was reading along all, “La de dah de dah” enjoying a nice story when my husband tried to talk to me as the story took a sudden turn and I was all “Honey! Don’t talk to me! I have to read this!” and didn’t put it down or look up until the book was over. –Behind the Willows
Kim Van Sickler said:
Hi Barb! I sent you a picture of our white lab pup, Ghost. Fun contest!
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barbtaub said:
Thank you so much! Ghost is adorable, and I can’t wait to feature him.
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Elyse said:
Barb, I sent you a picture of Duncan, along with the story of how we ended up with him.
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barbtaub said:
Ha! Duncan is gorgeous, but my favorite part is you, the psychotic German Shepherd, and the package deal.
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Elyse said:
Did i mention he was an alcoholic? Must have slipped my mind.
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barbtaub said:
So were you like his sobriety companion? Or were you right up there tipping bottles with the lushpuppy?
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Elyse said:
I blogged about it a long time ago in a post called “For Medicinal Purposes only” — it’s in my favs at the right sidebar on my blog. I’m on my phone or i’d link. But it was notmy fault. Really. I blame the vet.
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Elyse said:
Oh wait! I didn’t know your dog is an Aussie! Duncan is an Aussie/Springer spaniel mix! Tell me, will he ever stop nipping?
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barbtaub said:
They are incredibly oral. At first I would buy chew toys, but it was breaking us. Toys the pet store assured us would last for months were gone before we got home from the store. Luckily, milk came in plastic bottles in the states, and my kids drank a lot of milk, so we would throw a few pieces of food into a bottle and let her at it. But the best thing we found were the antlers. She could chew one of them for days before it was gone.
Then she turned four, and all of it stopped. She still likes a rawhide bone here and there, but to answer your question: yes, it will stop. But before it does, you’ll feel like you’ve lived every one of those dog years in chew-land.
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Elyse said:
Ahhhhhhhhhh. We have antlers but Duncan prefers my clothing. Esecially the nice stuff. Four years, huh?
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barbtaub said:
I probably shouldn’t mention about the time we came home from a family event and everybody kicked off their good shoes in the mudroom. Apparently the excitement was too much—the dog ate one shoe of each pair. In under ten minutes, she went through about $400 in shoe leather. My husband just kept muttering about our “free” dog from the shelter…
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Elyse said:
Funny, that’s just what MY husband said when Duncan had to be rushed to $1,000 worth of medical care less than 24 hours after we got him. Pishaw. Money can ‘t buy you love, but it covers the damages!
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barbtaub said:
When our lab was a puppy and we rushed her for the obligatory emergency vet trip, he said the first thing he asks new Lab parents is “Have you counted the remotes?” Our remotes were all accounted for but the computer cable (one of those giant old-fashioned ones with the palm-sized ends) was missing. As were my daughter’s glasses. And her barrettes. After the computer-cable-ectomy, the vet asked me if I wanted to see everything he removed. I told him if he even attempted to show it to me, I’d be finding a new vet.
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Elyse said:
Yes, i often wonder why i love them so, and then, like just now, i get a surprise french kiss and admit, once again, dogs are gross.
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