This week is my last author interviews for a while, but I’ve saved this one to tickle your funny bone. Since I write fiction, I know most of my readers read fiction, but today I’m introducing you to a non-fiction author.
And you’re going to love her–and her book.
Erin is one of the sweetest and FUNNIEST ladies I’ve had the pleasure to know. She also captured my heart because she’s a dog lover–and OH, MAN–does she have a dog!
No one can meet Erin and not also meet Henry. Henry is…well…Henry is Henry. If you’ve ever looked at your canine companion and thought, I could write a book about all your antics…Well, Erin DID write a book about Henry’s escapades, and it’s selling like hotcakes! It’s in airports and grocery stores and Sam’s Clubs across the country. Here’s a little glimpse of Henry…
Surviving the New Year Like Henry
Erin’s book, Surviving Henry: Adventures in Loving a Canine Catastrophe, released in August 2014, but I asked Erin how she planned to survive 2015 with her bungling boxer. She was good enough to share a little about one of Henry’s episodes and a great lesson she learned to help us face our New Year…
How My Dog Tried to Kill Himself (Again)
By Erin Taylor Young
I’m doing yard work when my hubby sticks his head out the window and tells me his big ball of bread dough rising on the counter has disappeared.
This is alarming on two levels. One, Alan was making the dough into our very most favoritist dinner rolls ever, and I REALLY wanted some. (I trim the hedges, Alan bakes. This is the kind of marriage we have. Don’t judge me.)
The second issue, far more troubling, is that when bulk food items mysteriously disappear in our house, it’s because our dog Henry made off with them.
Somehow I still feel the need to check the bread board myself, like Alan can mistake whether a cantaloupe-sized ball of dough is gone or not.
Which means that for who knows how long now, Henry’s had dough for two-dozen dinner rolls rising in his nice warm belly. Can a stomach rupture?
We hustle Henry into the van for an emergency vet trip. (This is a regular occurrence for us.)
Henry arrives at the clinic with his face puckered in pain. He lurches in like a woman about to birth quintuplets. The nice folks in scrubs immediately whisk him to the backroom for an injection to make him upchuck.
Half an hour later, the vet tech returns to Alan and I in the waiting room. Henry prances at her side. She hands us his leash. Her eyes are grapefruits. “I’ve never seen so much come out of a dog. He filled an entire pan.”
Henry grins at her.
She eyes him like he’s some sort of mutant.
I blink at the disconnect between the vision I had of a dead or internally-maimed dog and the grinning, four-legged dunderhead in front of me. “He’s okay? I mean, no after-effects or anything?”
The tech nods. “He had another injection to counteract any toxins he absorbed. He’s good to go.”
Henry cues on the word go and commences his “Oh boy, oh boy, a walk!” dance.
Right. He just barfed a giant ball of killer bread dough and now he’s ready for the next adventure.
The tech hands us his bill.
$168 to ralph our dinner rolls.
I have one word for this dog (besides frustrating, annoying, and ridiculous, because those go without saying).
The word is resilient.
Like the rest of mankind, I have times and seasons where I feel like I’ve done nothing but vomit one big dough ball after another. My half-witted hound has a better grasp on how to cope with that than I do:
Endure. Move on.
Repeat as necessary.
Henry is a creature living in the moment. Taking on challenges as they come. The trials. The traumas. The near death experiences (which, admittedly, he has a lot of practice with).
And the joyful seasons? Henry knows how to embrace them. How to dance. No thinking about when they’ll end, no fears of tomorrow.
I fork over my credit card to pay Henry’s bill. I want to be irked, but Henry, in all his resilient glory, has shown me how to change my coming year for the better.
Make that my coming day.
This just might be the best 168 bucks I ever spent.
Erin Taylor Young has a remarkable gift for making her readers laugh out loud even as she’s delivering hard truths about living a life of faith. Her down-to-earth writing style invites readers into the books that God has given her and sends them away refreshed and assured that we’re not in this gig alone. Her first humorous nonfiction, Surviving Henry: Adventures in Loving a Canine Catastrophe, released in August and has repeatedly been accused of making people laugh until they cry. Erin lives in the Southwest with her husband, their two sons, and the infamous–and, against all odds, still alive–Henry. Learn more about Erin at www.erintayloryoung.com where she blogs about writing, God, and her aversion to spiders.
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- Meet Erin Taylor Young and learn how to survive the New Year like her canine torpedo, Henry!
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