I’m a Mommy!
Posted By FarmerJ on April 3, 2009
Abigail and her baby, Rocky the Stuffed Raccoon.
Here’s the scoop ~ Mom and Dad say I’ve been acting strange the past few days. Since Tuesday, I’ve been a little off my rocker. Perhaps a rocker is exactly what I need.
I’ve been feeling pretty anxious about things. I’ve been whining and whimpering when normally I growl and roar, the vicious predator that I am, ya know. I’m nicknamed The Snout because I have to eat absolutely everything my keen nose leads me to, yet I don’t feel like eating anything ~ not even my favorite…yogurt.
I love to run and spin and jump while I’m outside, but now I don’t even want to go outside long enough to do my business. At night, I am a major snuggle bug, yet Mom and Dad haven’t slept in four nights ~ who can sleep when there are babies in the house?
You see, I have a condition. It’s referred to as Canine Pseudocyesis. In simple English, it means my little walnut-size brain thinks I’m pregnant ~ or have been pregnant and now have a litter…even though I haven’t, of course.
My hormones are raging and I’m a little off balance. Okay, I’m very off balance ~ at least according to Mom and Dad. But in my walnut-size brain, I’m not nutty at all.
Mommy with her babies, Bear, Snaggle and Rocky.
I think it’s perfectly normal to have converted all of my favorite toys into Toy Fox Terrier pups. It doesn’t matter that they’re all different sizes. It’s just fine for me to go off the deep end when Mom takes my babies and tosses them into my toy basket, or when Dad throws Snaggle clear across the room.
Hopefully my condition will not become chronic and my hormones will return to normal ~ at least to Abigail normalcy ~ in about three weeks. Mom says I’m going to be making a visit to the nice doctor as soon as I’m better.
Anyone want a puppy? We’ll let you know when they’re weaned!
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Now that is funny; I am sure not to Miss Abby. This too shall pass, my dear.
Lots of Hugs and Kisses to you, from Me.
Well, it’s somewhat comical now ~ now that we know what the heck is ‘wrong’ with her! Prior to us knowing, it was incredibly annoying and frustrating, considering we hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep in days. Not to mention, Dad thought his little girl had completely lost her mind. Heehee!
Things are much calmer at the Farmstead now. What’s funny is that sometimes the toys are her ‘babies’ and other times they are her toys. She’ll be playing with them and pulling them to shreds and then revert back to mommy mode and become horrified that her babies are being mistreated. Heehee! Poor thing.
LOL I have NEVER heard of anything like this!!!! How strange!
Oh yes, it was strange…and annoying! Thankfully, Miss Abigail is coming out of it. Her toys are once again toys, except for at bedtime. We still frantically search for and gather up our three babies and safely tuck them into bed before we can settle down. Hopefully that will cease fairly soon, too. Three less things I have to twist and curl my body around while I try to sleep will be a true blessing! Heehee!