A Publication Day #Bookreview and Excerpt for Life Begins When The Kids Leave Home And The Dog Dies by Barb Taub @barbtaub #humour #parenting #families

Life Begins FRONT cover eArc

The Blurb

ONCE UPON A TIME…

Chapter 1. A California girl named Barb met her prince of a guy. He was tall, dark, and handsome. (Actually, he was a Republican. But he was definitely tall.) They fell in love, and got married.

Chapter 2. He brought her to his castle in England and they lived happily ever after. THE END**

**Luckily, 35+ years of living happened between Chapters 1 and 2, giving Barb plenty of material for this collection (in no particular chronological order) from her newspaper columns, articles, blog posts, and that time she killed Mom.

And that’s before Chapter 3 even starts.

“I have learned to put down the coffee and place breakable objects at a safe distance when a post from Barb Taub comes up. It is very hard to drink coffee and laugh at the same time without redecorating the desk…”—author Sue Vincent

My Review

I was fortunate enough to discover Barb Taub’s blog early in my writing career and she has kept me entertained ever since. Because of this insight into her writing and humour I’ve gone on to read everything she has published so I was delighted to receive an early copy of her latest release, Life Begins When The Kids Leave Home And The Dog Dies (thank goodness Twitter has upped its character limit when it comes to sharing!)

This book is made up of some the posts that have appeared on Barb Taub’s blog over the last few years. There are eight parts covering: kids, relationships, life, holidays, travel, pets, death and writing, and as it says in the tagline it covers (mostly) funny stuff.

I have thoroughly enjoyed reading this book over the last few days and I sincerely wish my mind worked in the same way as Barb’s does and that I was even half as funny. Barb is a professional and her books are turned out accordingly – well-written, well-formatted and with a smart cover. Some of the entries I recognised, because I was already following her blog, but that didn’t matter because re-reading any of them was a thing of joy, and there were plenty in there I hadn’t read before.

With her quick-witted sparky humour I’ve learned that when one of Barb’s posts arrive in my inbox I have to put all else aside (including any liquids, I’ll say no more!) and buckle up for what I’m about to read. Get this book and prepare to be entertained, you can thank me later.

Here’s an Excerpt I’d like to share with you:

Chapter 45: Life Begins When The Kids Leave Home And The Dog Dies

As proof of the continuing deterioration to be expected from advanced cases of parenthood, we decided it was time we acquired a puppy. Of course, before we got her we did careful research to determine the most intelligent and trainable breed for a family dog. Those who know how this technique has paid off for us in the past will not be surprised to learn that we became the proud owners of Natasha, a Border Collie who looked like Spuds McKenzie and boasted approximately two brain cells.

We reasoned that dog ownership would encourage the kids to spend time outdoors, become more responsible, and enjoy devoted companionship. Of course, the kids and the dog never got that memo. Instead I now got to spend healthful, responsible stretches of time in the great outdoors hanging around fences in my bathrobe and begging the dog to “go here”.

We consulted several books about training your Border Collie. These related tales of dogs performing feats of genius and bravery that would make even the most hardened Lassie scriptwriter blush. “Dan,” his master would say, “Go to Pennsylvania, cut my sheep, Fluffy, out of the flock of five million and get her home by dinner.” Dan, who barked in complete sentences, probably did the shopping and dropped off the dry-cleaning along the way.

Another interesting concept of puppy training is the “pack leader”. The theory is that your dog will kick sand in your face and despise you for being a weenie if you don’t immediately and firmly establish your position as head wolf. Of course, while the real wolf pack leader would rip the throat out of any wolf who didn’t obey him, you are cautioned that any display of physical force on your part will cause your dog to grow up a terminal neurotic and, probably, an ax-murderer. In addition, Natasha developed a little condition the vet called submissive bladder, so nobody in their right mind would try to dominate her. At least, not more than once.

I have heard that some Border Collies are able to guard and herd their master’s children. But I found out otherwise one winter day when I went to the bathroom. Of course, like all mothers, I did this with the door open to listen for sounds of carnage. If I had to close the door, it served as signal for every child and animal in a three-state radius to fling themselves against it, demanding to know exactly what I was doing in there and for how long I intended to do it. This particular time, I hadn’t been in there more than 30-seconds before I looked out the window and saw the barefoot preschooler and puppy (with the keenly honed herding instincts of generations of championship breeding) running down the street in opposite directions. I was momentarily tempted to let them keep going, but we did actually pay quite a bit for the dog.

In earlier years, we sniggered with amused superiority over stories of friends and neighbors who had to remortgage the house in the face of canine calamity, such as doggie surgical teams called in to remove a $1,200 tennis ball from the stomach of the family mutt. Thus the Hub and I agreed that we would never authorize the vet’s use of extraordinary measures (costing more than $50) to prolong our wallet’s hemorrhage dog’s suffering. But all of this was forgotten the midnight I was awakened by the dog being spectacularly ill. To my horror, I saw her foaming at the mouth. With visions of rabies shots for the entire household, I rushed her to the vet, wondering how much cash I could raise quickly if we sold off a few extra children.

This was the point when I discovered that the dog we had chosen for her breed’s intelligence had eaten every bar of soap in the house and was retching soapsuds.

Sorry to say, Natasha doesn’t represent a fluke in my history of pet ownership, starting with our old college cat, Buster, who spent his days (when he wasn’t having epileptic seizures) with his head up a lampshade. But for show-stopping density, the true champion was our cat, Cournot, who once stayed up in a tree for three days because she saw her reflection in an upstairs window and thought the other cat was after her. To our astonishment, she did prove to be an efficient mouser in our infested rental house. Our only theory was that as she was lying there with her mouth open, drooling, suicidal mice jumped in.

Sadly, the day came when we had to choose between the cat and our son, who turned out to be allergic to her. This was a difficult choice because while our son had never coughed up a hairball, he was not a very good mouser either. Also, the cat bathed herself, we had never had to change her diaper, and we didn’t think she would expect us to pay for a college education.

I wrote out an ad – “Young lady Persian Cat from good home seeks new family because son is allergic.” The phone rang day and night with people who were apparently desperate for a used cat. I’m not making this up. I don’t know if there was something in my advertisement which was code for “free crack”, but Madison Avenue should consider using sales pitches involving secondhand Persians.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, if you order this amazing cookware value today, we will include absolutely free this used Persian cat. Operators are standing by…”

Barb Taub

In halcyon days BC (before children), Barb Taub wrote a humor column for several Midwest newspapers. With the arrival of Child #4, she veered toward the dark side (an HR career). Following a daring daytime escape to England, she’s lived in a medieval castle , a hobbit house, and a Scottish isle with her prince-of-a-guy and the World’s Most Spoiled AussieDog. Considering all her days are now Saturdays, Barb is amazed that this is her sixth book.

I have reviewed her other books here – Round Trip Fare, Tales from Null City, Don’t Touch, Do Not Wash Hands in Plates and One Way Fare.

Want more? Well below are the magic links that will take you where you need to go to get a copy all of your very own… enjoy!!

Amazon UK

Amazon US

About Georgia Rose

Georgia Rose is a writer and the author of the romantic and suspenseful Grayson Trilogy books: A Single Step, Before the Dawn and Thicker than Water. A short story, The Joker, based on a favourite character from the series followed and is free to download from Amazon. Her fourth novel, Parallel Lies, a standalone, encompasses crime along with Georgia’s usual blending of genre. Following a long stint working in the law Georgia set up her own business providing administration services for other companies which she does to this day managing to entwine that work along with her writing. Georgia’s background in countryside living, riding, instructing and working with horses has provided the knowledge needed for some of her storylines; the others are a product of her passion for people watching and her overactive imagination! Her busy life is set in a tranquil part of rural Cambridgeshire in the UK where she lives with her much neglected husband and dog. Their son, currently at university, comes and goes and their daughter, having delighted them all for long enough, has eventually moved out, got married, and is discovering the joys of being all grown up and having a mortgage.
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10 Responses to A Publication Day #Bookreview and Excerpt for Life Begins When The Kids Leave Home And The Dog Dies by Barb Taub @barbtaub #humour #parenting #families

  1. anita says:

    This lovely lady has a sense of humour large enough for an army, and always gets a smile out of me. Not an easy thing to do, apparently!

  2. Barb Taub says:

    I’m traveling in India, and have been trying all day to find a kind wifi connection and *finally* be able to thank you for this LOVELY review. (Although somewhat slower than certain geologic periods, I’ve found temporary access and hope it lasts long enough to post this.)

    Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! I’m so thrilled that you liked the book (although sorry, of course, about the liquids removal…).

  3. love Barb, loving the book and love the review… all good in fact!

  4. CAROL HEDGES says:

    Barb is ONE OF LIFE’S FUNNIEST PEOPLE! love THE COVER!

  5. Very funny picture of the coconut drinks!
    Sometimes the funny things in life need to be celebrated, if not then how can we ever survive what life dishes out. We have two dogs, both female that entertain our family to no end. They are complete opposites but have allowed each other a place in the pecking order of doggy sisterhood. Surprisingly this brings order to our family and sanity as well.

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