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Call Pocket the Midwife

When I was a young dog, living in Foley’s shadow, trying to measure up to my famous sister, the attorney, I made claims that I was a doctor.  I even placed ads on animal social networking sites.  I soon learned the only reason Foley let me practice medicine was that she was cleaning up on malpractice suits.  I immediately took down all the ads and stopped my medical career.
At least I thought I took down all the ads.  I had advertised on individual zoo sites about being a midwife.  There, it remained without response, until last weekend.
I got a message from April the giraffe, who needed a midwife.  I tried telling her I was no longer practicing but have you ever tried to reason with a giraffe in the midst of a two-month long labor?
I dug out Foley’s codes to download herself through the Internet tubes, and I punched them into the computer, then jumped on the keyboard, and was transported to April’s exhibit.
She was walking around in tremendous pain.  “Midwife Pocket, I am tired of being pregnant, tell me what to do.”
I looked up at the giant beast.  I had to keep darting around because one misstep by her would squish me.  I thought about all the pregnancy scenes I saw on television.  “Breath like this,” I said. “Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo.”
She breathed “woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo.”
“Let me check your progress,” I said.  I ducked under April and looked up.  My, that was a big opening.  
Suddenly a baby giraffe stuck it’s head out and said “Helllooooo!” then popped back inside.
“Hey you, baby giraffe!” I yelled.  “You get back out here right now.”
The baby stayed inside and said, “Sorry, no one is home, come back later!”
I almost got squashed by a giant hoof.  “Baby giraffe!” I yelled. “You need to come out, it’s your birthday.”
“My birthday!” it yelled.  “Then he fell right out to take part in his birthday party.”
After months of preparing for this birth you would think the zoo would have put a net under April to catch her offspring, but no, it just fell out, right on top of good, old, Pocket   The President may think he is doing damage by dropping the mother of all bombs but he should really be dropping the sons of mother giraffes because when those land on you they mess you up!
Once a baby is born there is no use for a midwife.  I slipped over to the computer and uploaded myself back home.
Then I made sure all posts about me being a doctor was erased from the Web.

But this was a high-profile pregnancy and I wouldn’t be surprised if, after my success, Pocket the midwife is called upon again.


  1. Pocket Dog mid-wife to zoo critters. It has a nice ring to it Pocket... Just be careful should you ever get a call from a lion who's been in labor for a few months... That might be an entirely different sort of situation.

  2. OMD....BOL BOL BOL Now I can just picture you under that big spotty thing with the long neck! :)

  3. BOL! OMD, Pocket, you are lucky that baby didn't squish the poops outta you! I am sure your success will foster more calls for your better gets Ernie the Attorney to draw up some legal papers to protect your ASSets!
    Ruby ♥
    pees:good job! ☺

  4. My Goodness Pocket! You are lucky that you did not get squashed - that baby weighed a lot. We are glad that you finally got it to be born. We were getting tired of waiting.
    Mr Bailey, Hazel & Mabel

  5. We were tired of waiting for the blessed event, glad you could speed things up.

  6. And that's the rest of the story:) We wondered who that furball was on the ground in April's pen. That was the most amazing event we have ever watched!!!

    What wild animal will you be providing your midwifery for next, Pocket?

    Woos - Lightning and Misty


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