It’s Muffy here, ready to fill you in on my activities during Week 8 of my journey into motherhood. I do think it was my roughest week yet. My tummy has been upset, and I have not wanted to eat. I just stare at my food. Mom has added all of my favorite things to it to entice me to eat. She even put it in the microwave to heat it up. “Muffy, it smells so yummy,” she’ll say while she pretends to eat it. To make her happy, I’ll take a small bite, and spit out the kibble. “Muffy, you have to eat the kibble!” she says, as she hands me a bite. I’ll politely take it, but then I just as politely spit it out. Thank goodness Brody is there to happily clean up my mess.
Food just doesn’t appeal to me very much right now. Mom even bought rabbit. “Every dog loves rabbit!” she said as she mixed it in with my kibble. But me…not so much.
I am no longer allowed to sleep in the big bed with the rest of the family. It’s really tall, and Mom doesn’t want me jumping on and off it. So Mom and I moved downstairs. She slept with me in the whelping box the first couple of nights. Dad snapped this picture of us one morning when he was leaving for work. It’s really dark because most of the lights were off. I thought it was really cozy, but Mom didn’t feel the same way.
Now she sleeps on the floor beside the box while I sleep in it. She says it’s more comfortable for her. But I don’t like to be by myself in it. In fact, I don’t like to be away from my Mom at all. However, did I spend some time in it yesterday, because she made me.
Mom has collected all sorts of things for when the babies are born.
She was raised on a farm, so you would think she would know something about whelping puppies. But I heard her tell Dad, “I don’t know nothin‘ ‘bout birthin‘ no puppies”. Although she has helped with cows, horses, and pigs, that doesn’t help me much. We’ve been watching You Tube videos about whelping. I know she is scared, but I don’t know why she is worried. I think I understand my role in this process…I have to do all the work.
It’s said pregnant women glow, and have a beauty about them. But I don’t know about dogs. I once was pretty…
but now I just feel ugly.
I see Dr. Rita Monday to have an X-ray taken to see how many mini-Muffins are baking, how developed they are, and how they are lining up. I’m so tired. I just want to meet my babies…
As my Mom says, “Until next time…”
Oh…I almost forgot…Mom wants me to tell you that only 5 spots remain in the March Lesson of the Month. Click HERE for the details.
This will probably be my last post before my babies arrive. I am due on Good Friday, but Dr. Rita doesn’t think I will last until then. My mom said she will let everyone know just as soon as she can, because I probably won’t feel like posting. I’ll be busy with babies!
