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Suck It

With the dawn of the new year, comes new hopes and fresh aspirations.

What it shouldn't come with is your dog sneaking onto your bed only eight hours into the new year and giving birth to a new litter of puppies while you are in the kitchen flipping pancakes for a slew of house guests and their toddler children.

Especially when you didn't even know the damned dog was pregnant in the first place.

Can we say, Surprise! Happy New Year! You're a puppy Grandma AGAIN!!!! Or as my husband said, "For F*ck sakes woman, I don't know who I want to shoot more, you for having that damned dog in the first place or the horny bitch who can't keep her legs closed."

It was a merry moment let me tell you.


So um, ya. I have puppies. Again. And I burned yet another bedspread. Again. Apparently it is my mission in life to ensure the survival of the bedding industry in Alberta. While supplying half breed mutts to the local community. I am my very own cottage industry. There ought to be an award for that somewhere.

I know, I know. I can hear Bob Barker yelling at me as I type this. Spay your damn animal woman. What can I say? I meant to. Good intentions and all. We had an appointment scheduled in late November to get the job done, but Jumby got sick, the truck died and my water line froze all on the same day. I forgot all about taking Deira the Dog Breeder to the vet to get her tubes tied. Which, apparently, was fortuitous for the passel of pups taking up residence unbeknownst to us all.

There ought to be a law. If dogs are going to get pregnant and breed, they should tell you. By gaining weight, or growing big boobs or flashing a neon sign on their foreheads. Something, for crying out loud to let one know they need to hide the good bedding and wrap their mattress in plastic to prevent it from the future assault of puppy schmega about to soak into it.

The upside is, I get to redecorate my bedroom. Again.

The downside is, I have two boys and a girl that I really didn't want or need. And a pissy husband who keeps threatening to toss me and my dogs into a plastic bag and drop the lot of us off somewhere alongside a dirt road in the middle of nowhere.

He should just be grateful the dog didn't give birth ON HIM. While sleeping. Ahem.

I keep telling him I was just providing some morning entertainment for the children who were running around like banshees through our house on New Years morning. No one can say I am not a thoughtful host. Not only do I serve fresh pancakes and bacon but I provide life lessons on the nature of birth to the fresh eyes of four year olds when they come to stay at my house.

Future houseguests, take heed. If you don't want your innocent children learning about the joys of life and the tragedies of death (side story: hours later I had the four year old flush his first fish when my aquarium suffered a casualty,) they ought to plan to stay ELSEWHERE.

In this house, there are no boundaries, no stories swept under the rug away from the prying eyes of children. It's like a Nature show gone wild under my roof. Take heed.

Eventually the shock of Deira's delivery wore off, the sheets were stripped (and burned) and the entire puppy family safely relocated away from my mattress and into a kennel. Life could get back to the state of normal dysfunction we are happily acclimated to.

Or so I thought.

A few mornings later, my daughter came rushing into the kitchen were I was making myself a cup of tea and her father was enthralled in his latest computer game and announced there was something wrong with Deira.

"Deira doesn't look so good Mom!"

"Honey, she just had babies. No new mother looks good after squeezing life from her lower half. It's a fact of life," I explained.

"No Mom," she rolled her eyes. "I don't mean that. I mean a couple of her boobs are really big and angry looking and the puppies aren't suckling off them. It looks really painful," she said as she folded her arms over her own chest.

"Let's go take a look," I said, more curious than anything.

Low and behold, it seemed my daughter was correct. Two of Deira's titties were swelled up like little water balloons. "Ew. That can't be good," I murmured as I gently poked at the dog. Deira looked up at me with a sad look and then started licking her boobs. "Um, Boo, can you come and take a look at the dog?" I called him.

Boo was less than interested in poking at his bitch's tits however and with a cursory exam announced she was in the beginning stages of mastitis. Or whatever the doggy version of that is.

"Great. Her boobs are infected??? What do I do? Should I take her to the vet?"

"Probably. But I'm not doing it. Stupid dog." And then he wandered back to his computer to let his women folk worry about the doggy boobs.

Hours later, it was confirmed. Deira had broken boobs, an antibiotic prescription and instructions to be milked if the puppies wouldn't feed off the engorged teets.

Turns out, the puppies were less than interested in suckling off mammaries bigger than they are. Which led to a dilemma.

Who was going to milk the damn dog?

"I think you should do it, Boo. You're the farmer. You milked cows all of your life. You like boobs. You're a man. It should naturally fall to you," I encouraged him while we all stood around the dog kennel as Deira looked at us as though to say, "I don't care who empties these milk sacs, just hurry up and do it!!!"

Boo looked at me like I grew a third head and barked out a laugh. "You are out of your damn mind woman. I didn't want the dog, you wouldn't let me get rid of her, I'm certainly not MILKING her."

"Okay fine, you big baby. Let's let Frac do it. He can learn the fine art of milking animals in the comfort of his own home," I stated while looking at Frac.

"Um, you're crazy Mom. I'm not touching a dog's boobs. That's just icky. You can't make me," he flatly stated while siding up closer to his father in a show of manly solidarity.

"Sheesh. Fine. Don't say I never gave you permission to fondle boobs though. You had your chance kiddo."

"Gross Mom."

"You say that now kid. Wait a few years and remember this conversation." I bent down to scratch Deira on her swollen tummy as her puppies snuggled together in a soft black pile. "Well Fric, I guess it's up to you. Time for you to shine and show these menfolk what you are made of my darling. After all, you always say you want to be a healer."

"Ya, a healer to PEOPLE Mom," Fric squawked. "I'm not touching those! She's YOUR DOG. YOU DO IT."

"What???MEEE? I can't do it. No way. NO!! Boo you do it!!"

"NOPE. You are on your own darlin'. Have fun with that." Then they all walked out of the room leaving the dog with broken boobs staring up at me and willing me to grow a set of nuts.

"I can't believe you are all abandoning me!! I'm the matriarch of this damn family. Without me, you'd all be LOOOOST!!!" I whined after them.

They ignored me. Ingrates.

I stood there in front of the kennel for a few moments, debating the necessity of draining those boobs and considering not doing it when suddenly I remembered how it felt when I was nursing and my boobs felt like they were going to explode. Damn maternal instincts. Sighing, I reached down to grab the dog and as I sat on the bed to position her for the distasteful chore ahead of me, I looked at her and said, "If you bite me, I will bite back."


And then I squeezed.

Nothing came out and Deira squirmed. So I squeezed and tugged some more. After a few seconds I was rewarded with one precious drop of doggy milk. Ewww, I shuddered as I squeezed some more.

After a few minutes, of me pulling at my dog's boobs while muttering to myself about how my life totally ROCKED, I started to get the hang of it. I must have been a dairy farmer in a past life. My fingers? They are nimble.

Progress was being made, although Deira didn't always want to cooperate and her boobs started to soften and shrink slightly. I was starting to feel a little smug about myself when I noticed her fur was all wet with expressed milk.

"HAHAHA. I'm doing it!!! And it's not that bad! And you thought I couldn't do it!!! I SHOWED YOU ALL!" I called out to my family who were all hiding far away from me.

"That's right Deira. Who needs them when we've got each other," I cooed at her as I continued to milk her like ole Bessie in the barn.

Curiosity eventually caught up with my family and they crept into the door of the bedroom to watch the matriarch of their family take care of business in a way that could only be called artful. "Oh ya you big babies. Whose your momma now?" I crowed like the cocky bitch I am.

Just then, as I tugged and squeezed one of the teets a stream of milk sprayed right into my face covering my glasses and another shot straight into my open cocky mouth.

"OH GROSS. I just ate dog milk. EWWW!" I cried as wiped my tongue on my shirt sleeve and my family doubled over laughing.

"It's NOT FUNNY!!"

"No Tanis, you're wrong. It's hilarious," Boo chuckled as they all backed slowly away from the door in case a stream of wayward milk flew towards them.

As another stream of milk hit me in the face all I could think as I heard my family laughing at me, was F*ck my life, my dog's a bitch.

Suck it beyotch

*edit: Deira is now fine. Bitch. And I apparently, have a new talent to add to my resume.*

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Reader Comments (80)

I bow down before you. And I'm never getting a dog.

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered Commentermagpie

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I am laughing so hard.The gamut of emotions you put me through is such a roller coaster ride.

You are the best!!!
HUG, Kristi

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKristi Fornshell

Oh my, I've got tears streaming down my face from the laughter. What a way to kick off the new year. I'm sure your dog is eternally grateful for your hidden talents.

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLisa

A moment of silence for Jim the fish (I'm assuming it was one of the many you named after me). I'm sure within the hilarity of this post, most people don't give a damn about the Jim tragedy by the time that stream of milk hits your mouth.

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterBusyDad

at least it wasn't her anal glands that were needing to be expressed.

*that* is all kinds of awesome.

thank you for the well needed hee haw.

take care:)


January 7, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterandrea

This story should not be categorized as comedy, but as heroism.

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterNeil

congrats on your puppies! and your, uh, new skills.

if i lived closer, i'd take a puppy :D

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterBecca

Oh, that so made me want one of those puppies. Do they have homes waiting?

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterEmma

Awwwwww.... puppies!!!

Our female dog isn't fixed and we'd always hoped she'd get knocked up but, no. She probably is frigid. Or maybe just all MORAL and shit. Either way, no puppies for us.

(Which? After reading your post I'm thinking may be for the best. LOL)

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJustLinda

That is why you purchase male dogs and have their nuts lobbed off.

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterpretzel

I had to do that once for a goat with really small udders. My hands hurt when I was done. I can't imagine a dog.

oh my I laughed out loud!
and these puppies sure are cute.

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterSolveig

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January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenteruberVU - social comments

I'm sure a couple of dog milk inspired dishes served at the Redneck family dinner table might hush up the laughter.


January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMommaSunshine

Puppies! Ah, the l'il nipple suckers r precious. Congrads!

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAustin Girl

Ew. I think I just totally grossed myself out.

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMommaSunshine

Funny stuff, lady. But seriously.... Spay her. ;)

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLindsaydianne

...and again I'm laughing so hard that I'm crying.

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJo

All I can say is that I have walked in your dog's path. Yes, I too have been subjected to being milked by someone other than my suckling babies. It's not fun. And the cabbage leaf crap didn't work.

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterilinap

OMG...that was awesome...especially the dog milk in mouth part! -- Carole

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterCarole Hicks

I definitely pissed myself when I read this.

I sort of feel your pain, what with getting unwanted bodily excretions in areas you'd rather not have "dampened".

Or something like that.

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJess

LMAO----whewwww I needed that laugh!!!! ..........Thanks Tanis...You ROCK!!!!!

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterSunnie

Awesome story! When I was 10, I woke up one morning to find our poodle giving birth on my pillow. It was a litter of five. One of my favourite childhood memories. Seriously though - if you need to find homes for them let me know. We would be happy to have an addition to the family.

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterSusan

You sure are one talented lady! But may I recommend a face mask next time ;)?

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterElizabeth

I'm now on the Redneck Mommy diet plan. Just moments ag I was ravenous and ready for dinner. Now I may never eat again. Thanks for that.

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterElly Lou

Oh gawd I just laughed until I coughed up a lung and if I hadn't crossed my legs I probably would've peed myself. This would only happen to YOU. Poor dog. Poor you. Poor BEDSPREAD. HAHAHA oh gawd...

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMFA Mama

Laughing like crazy over here, poor

Poor bedspread, too!

Are you looking for homes for the
puppies?? We're nearby, and we've
been thinking about getting a puppy
this year ...

Congratulations, I think you are the
only canine lactation consultant I
know. :-)

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMomartfully

We had good intentions once and then my dog had 11 puppies. ELEVEN. Just be glad there were only three.

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterDiana

WOW! So hilarious! Glad someone else retweeted this so I could read it! :)

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterVictoria

I'm laughing WITH you, honestly!

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKaren

haha too funny!

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterThe Urban Cowboy

omg, thank you for sharing that with us! a woman has to do what a woman has to do.

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterleel

Right...that's why I do NOT own a dog...ugh!

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterManiacal Mom

Really, you ate dog milk????????


January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterDaddy Geek Boy

Yes, I'm afraid it was hilarious, but also heroic. You're a damn fine write, mommy and dog boob squeezer :)

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterNicole

Wow, you are totally awesome for stepping up like that. I think Boo should not be allowed to touch your boobies for a while.

I must know because it was my first thought after a little chuckle...what did it taste like? I mean, is it something someday you will eat and not be able to eat any more of because it tasted the same? I'm just curious.

Now you certainly can't get rid of that dog, you have a special bond. Hehehe....

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterHockeymandad

Wow, just wow! I mean, who does this happen to? You apparently!! I also bow(wow) down to you woman!!

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMelissa

poor puppie! book her appointment the second she's weaned those puppies or your finger.

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterkyooty

Jesus H. Christ, those are some hairy fucking nipples.

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterOut-Numbered

Aww, how wonderful!
I had tears of laughter reading about you milking the dog... totally reminded me of "Meet the Parents" when he said he milked a cat, lol.
Can we see pictures of the puppies?
(Either you are a damn good photographer and the pics you took of this litter and the last are identical, or they're the same photo - either way, you rock!)
Happy New Year!
It can only get better from here...

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKara

Ha ha ha ha.... you milked a dog! A mother's work is never done. The puppies are adorable though! Send one over here!

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered Commentergreedygrace

i read this to my hubby...laughing my butt off...there was only one person in my life who can make me laugh that hard...guess now there's two!

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterCaryl

Thanks for the tips about what to expect when my bitch lays her spwan.
Oh yeah, and wish you a happy new year too!

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterPallavi

Your new title could be Canine Doula. Canine Lactation Consultant? Remember that story about the mom who kept her breastmilk in a creamer container in the fridge? And the husband who mistakenly added it to his coffee in the morning? Yeah, that's all I'm sayin'.

January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJulie

Do you think the vet will call you if he ever has another case of wayward dog mastitis?

After all, you DO have experience....

January 8, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterdaysgoby

After seeing Bob Barker on MSNBC the other night, I was just tweeting about his infamous words ("Please spay and neuter your pets!") last night. His plea is as valid and necessary today as it ever was when he hosted The Price is Right. I hope you will spay your sweet dog in 2010. Best of luck with the pups.

January 8, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterpatty

Oh my God, that is hilarious! You are a brave woman, I certainly couldn't do it and if some went in my mouth I would be puking everywhere!!

January 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJ from Ireland

Great hands huh Tanis?

Oh, BTW, shut the GD freezer door up there in the land of the frozen white tundra.

Its cold down here in Texas. Its not supposed to get this cold. So close the dam freezer door and keep the cold air up there, will ya?

Have a great day milk maid.

January 8, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterlarrylily

You might get a new high paid job out of this new skill I'd say it's pretty specialized. As for your family they don't know how great they have it do they?

January 8, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterhabanerogal

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