My name is Andrew
Joyce and I write books for a living. Melissa has been kind enough to allow me
a little space on her blog to promote my latest book, MOLLY
LEE. It’s averaging 4.9
stars on Amazon and for the next few days it will be priced at 0.99 cents. It
is also available in paperback. Please check it out. Here’s the link . . . http://geni.us/molly
I would love to tell you all about it, but instead, I have to turn the
writing duties over to my dog whose name is Danny. You see, he can be pretty
insistent at times. We recently had some excitement in our lives and he can’t
wait to tell you about it. For what it’s worth, this is a true story. And when
you are finished reading it, please click on the link to my book and check it
out. Danny is not the only genius in our household.
Danny and the Three
Monsters
Hello dog fans, it is I, Danny the Dog! I haven’t been writing much lately
because I’ve been helping my human, whose name is Andrew, look after three
Labrador retrievers. What a nightmare! There is Chloe, who is fourteen months
old, and then there is Beau and Hank. They are both four months old and they
are holy terrors. They live on a boat down at the end of the dock. Their human
was going out of town and he asked my human to look after them and Andrew,
being the idiot that he is, said yes.
First of all, I want to say to Jeff, the human that lives with the three
monsters, don’t ever leave them in Andrew’s care again. I wouldn’t trust him to
look after a taco, much less three dogs.
The trouble started right away. Jeff had two crates (humans call them
crates; I call them cages) for Beau and Hank because, as I’ve said, they are
holy terrors. Andrew went over to take them for their first walk after Jeff
left, and of course, he has to take me along to help out. Anyway, Andrew gets
them out of the crates and is getting them off the boat when clumsy Hank falls
into the water.
Let me paint the picture for you. It was nighttime. It was dark. The water
was dark and Hank is black. Andrew and I could see nothing of Hank. We could
only hear him splashing around. The dock is about five feet above the water so
Andrew couldn’t get him out by standing on the dock. Being the genius that he
is (just kidding), Andrew got on the swim platform, which—for you
landlubbers—is attached to the back of a boat and is only a foot above the
water.
Now this is where Andrew’s “genius” comes into play. He took off his
glasses and placed them on the transom so they wouldn’t slip off while he was
bending over to pull Hank out of the water. He called to Hank. Hank swam over
and Andrew got him onto the boat. Then Andrew went to get his glasses and they
were not there or anywhere else on the boat. It looked as though Beau knocked
them into the water because he had his paws up in that general vicinity while
he was watching Andrew rescue his brother (they’re twins). All this in the
first five minutes of Andrew looking after the monsters. And it only got
better, and by better, I mean worse. I had a ball watching Andrew trying to
cope for four days.
On to the next disaster, but first a side note. For some reason Beau is
enthralled with me. The damn dog wouldn’t leave me alone. He put his snoot in
my face, ran around me, bounced around me; he was a royal pain in my rear end.
Finally, I had to growl at him and give him a little nip on his snoot to get
some peace.
Now back to Andrew’s genius. We got the dogs back on the boat without
further mishaps. Andrew fed them and all was well. But then Andrew decided not
to put Hank and Beau in their crates. He felt sorry for them being cooped up
like that. Big mistake!
The next morning when we went to get them, there was poop everywhere. The
whole floor was covered in it. The babies had gotten into the dog food bag,
ripped it open and ate it all. Then they pooped everywhere and walked in it.
They got it on the couch, on the sliding glass doors, on everything. I think
even on the ceiling. Needless to say, after spending two hours cleaning it all
up, Andrew changed his mind about the crates.
Last night we were hanging out. Andrew was staring into space because he
did not have his glasses and could not read a book or see the computer screen.
I was on the computer starting this story when Chloe came onto our boat. She’s
always coming here and stealing my water bowl! To date, she has taken five. But
she should have been locked up on her own boat! Andrew got up, looked out, saw
Jeff, and said, “Thank God! Thank God!” I barked the same thing. Our
days of taking care of the monsters were over. Thank God!
P.S. This morning Jeff came over with Andrew’s glasses. Beau had taken them
and hidden them in his stash place. And by the way, I have my own Facebook page
and it’s a lot cooler than Andrew’s. Here’s a link: http://geni.us/dannythedog
Molly Lee
Synopsis:
It’s 1861 and the Civil War has just started. Molly is an eighteen-year-old girl living on her family’s farm in Virginia when two deserters from the Southern Cause enter her life. One of them—a twenty-four-year-old Huck Finn—ends up saving her virtue, if not her life.
Molly is so enamored with Huck, she wants to run away with him. But Huck has other plans and is gone the next morning before she awakens. Thus starts a sequence of events that leads Molly into adventure after adventure; most of them not so nice.
We follow the travails of Molly Lee, starting when she is eighteen and ending when she is fifty-six. Even then Life has one more surprise in store for her.
Molly Lee is the sequel to the best-selling novel REDEMPTION: The Further Adventures of Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer. It is the story of a woman who knows what she wants and starts out to get it. Molly is about to set off on the quest of a lifetime . . . of two lifetimes.
