OK – peeps – do I have your attention?
In January my Mom looked after her friends’ farm in the Wairarapa – a very pretty little place really – but not all that little.
My Mom’s friends have a lifestyle block, animals, like two dogs, three cows, about 20 sheep and lambs – they have goats (and that population has increased since my last visit) – and they have chickens that lay eggs – and one of those chickens had some babies – heavens those baby chicks were so cute when I saw them. Yeap – my Mom and I have been to our friends’ farm several times this year.
So going back to January my Mom farm sat for her friends. The second day there I had a dirty butt. I wriggled along the floor and that’s when my Mom noticed. So Mom took me to the vets, thank goodness I was able to be seen sooner than later.
The lovely lady vet put on a rubber glove, found something that my Mom says is lube and whilst my Mom gave me lovely cuddles that lady vet put her finger where no vet should put their finger – and I didn’t care for it much. Not at all. But the receptionists make such a fuss of me and gave me cuddles. Whilst I was there, my Mom said that they also groomed – so she booked me a few days later – in fact it was the day that we were due to go home. What we didn’t realize was that the Vet put me to sleep and when I awoke – I was like a drunk human – unable to stand on my own four paws.
So I was allowed to sleep all the way home. That suited me fine. Then the next day I looked at myself in my Mom’s mirror and got a fright – they had given me a number two hair cut! But with summer here in January it was good timing.
We now fast forward to February – and my Mom and me went over to see her friends who were throwing a bbq – and to my Mom’s astonishment – I came onto heat. I don’t quite know what that means – but my Mom was surprised and she then kept me home until things settled down again.
Fast forward to March we went over to the farm for the weekend and I’m not going to comment too much. But in the early hours of the morning I must have asked my Mom to let me out in the middle of the night – and she must have been very tired because she must have closed the door and went back to sleep. Needless to say, I wasn’t too happy – because one of the farm animals – and I am not going to say which one it was because they are really my friends – decided to teach me a lesson – and the lady of the house came and comforted me. One of my animal friends decided to tell me they were the king of their castle – and as a small peep, and just visiting I really do understand that.
So fast forwarding to Thursday night, my butt got itchy again, and wriggled it on my Mom’s carpet and she eventually saw that I was having the same issue as before. Mom took me back to the vet which is a good drive from my Home – and I was kinda happy to be driven but I didn’t see that nice lady. It was a man!?
We eventually arrived at the vets. I bounded into the vet’s and the receptionist remembered me. The lady who weighed me – gave me a belly rub and told my Mom that she thought I might be pregnant? She also told my Mom that she thought I would be a good mother. My Mom has told me that she didn’t think that me being a Mom with my Mom helping would be a very good thing. I had to nearly pick up Mom’s jaw off the ground. Apparently I have produced milk.
The Vet, and not the nice lady from the last time – put on his glove and told my Mom that it was pretty bad down there – which my Mom had realized but until the gland had been released – which is a small dog’s problem on occasion – she would give me a bath later when we got home.
The Vet told my Mom that it was more than likely a phantom pregnancy and then he said that the females all produce milk at the same time – and that only the alpha dog gets pregnant. So apparently I have phantom pregnancies. Gosh – this has been the worse day for my Mom – because she she thought that the dog from her friends’ farm might have stuck his do dally into me – but Mom, You know I am a good girl – in fact – I am a lady!
We are all fine now – my Mom and me. My Mom is keeping a very watchful eye on me – will someone please tell my Mom not to fuss so much – it can’t be good for her!
Mom – ya know – I have grown up such a lot and I really, really do luv ya. That will never change!
Your Ms Bella always xox