Miss Bernie

Janie grinned, "Bill Baker has been bragging that he was going to be the father when we got ready. Shall we blame him?"

I grinned, then sobered, "Jan will kill him."

"No, I will tell her first. I will say we used AI, Artificial Insemination. He will know he is not the daddy but will probably take the credit for it anyway."

"We can have some fun with this, I need a prescription for some meds that will make me lactate too! My doctors say I should be able to give plenty of milk." We did have fun, Bill bragged all over that he fathered our baby.

A month after our son was born we attended the homeowner's Association meeting for our community. We had heard that a rumor was going around that I was so strong that I must be a male in drag. At the meeting little Mike started to cry. I was holding him and standing talking about a motion before the meeting to require muzzles for all dogs over twenty pounds when they were outside the house. I said, "Excuse me for a second please." I put a towel over my shoulder and opened the top of my blouse. I placed the baby under the towel and he started nursing, loudly slurping. I said, "Now where was I?"

Janie smiled, "You are busy now, I'll finish your thought for you, Dear, please sit down." She took over where I left off, explaining that percentage wise the small dogs under twenty pounds bit far more people than the rest of the dogs. There was further discussion. We advocated a training requirement for ALL dogs, saying that the dog owner must bear responsibility for the dog's behavior.

Lots of the ladies wanted to watch the baby nurse. I didn't mind anyone watching Mike finish his meal. He is a big baby and Janie took over when I ran dry. It just worked out that I was holding him when it was Janie's turn to feed him. That happened every now and then and we always did what I did. If one of us was busy we just let him start with who was holding him or was closest to him.