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I breastfeed my dog
Monday 4th January 2010

How do you stop your dog from barking? Breastfeed her, of course. It worked for Suzanne Morgan, 32, anyway.

It was sod’s law. I’d just got my daughter, Tasha, off to sleep, now, my dog, Dixie, was barking like mad to be fed. I opened the kitchen cupboard, only to see there wasn’t a single tin of dog food left. I felt like crying. Worst of all, I knew Dixie wouldn’t shut up until she’d filled her stomach.
‘We must have something,’ I said, as I peered inside the fridge.
Then I spotted the bottles of breast milk I’d expressed earlier that day.

Admittedly, Tasha, 17 months, was quite old to still be breastfeeding, but I loved the bond it gave us, so I’d decided to carry on. It was free, too, which was good, because since I’d split up with her dad, Ted Collins, 35, when she was 3 months old, money was tight.
I’d always produced more milk than Tasha could drink, so I’d got into the habit of keeping some in the fridge for when I left her with a babysitter.
I stared at the milk and then back at Dixie. I couldn’t, could I?
But her barking deafened me.
‘What’s the worst that can happen?’ I said, grabbing one of the bottles and pouring it in her bowl.
Dixie sniffed her bowl, and in no time at all, she’d lapped it up. I started to wonder.

Was I the only one who fed breast milk to a dog? I got on the internet, and within minutes I’d found no end of women who’d breastfed dogs, cats, even pigs. A lot of them didn’t just pour the milk into their pet’s bowls, they let them suckle at their breasts, too.
‘Oh my God,’ I gasped, as I looked at a photo of a woman with a cat suckling on her boob.
Surely that was unhygienic? Not to mention painful?
But the more I read, the more normal it seemed.
It’s almost as rewarding as feeding a baby, one woman had written.

That night, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Clearly, Dixie liked my milk.
So a few nights later, after I’d fed Tasha, Dixie jumped on the settee and I held my left boob towards her. I squeezed out some milk, and wiped it around my nipple.
Within seconds, her long, pink tongue was gently licking my skin.
It tickled at first, but then, as she started suckling away, it didn’t feel much different to having Tasha there.
‘You liked that, didn’t you girl?’ I said, as she gently pawed my chest.
Despite having a mouthful of sharp teeth, she didn’t bite me and 10 minutes later, I gently pulled her off.

moar here: http://www.pickmeupmagazine.co.uk/real_lives/I_breastfeed_my_dog_article_293284.html