Somewhat Offbeat: Debarking Reilly?....

Bad idea! Despite "Auntie Michelle"'s suggestion, Reilly does not need to be debarked. Besides:

1. If two certain family members of "Momma" helped use the "Who rules?"-roll-over, spray-bottle, and muzzle techniques more, maybe Reilly would really get that "No bark" means "No bark"; and that one less creature would be able to step all over "Momma", albe Reilly is learning her albe-unintentionally-ableist behavior from "Auntie Michelle" and "Mom-Mom".
2. "Momma" keeps looking forward to the hope of a certain someone being a helpmate to "Momma" and someone whom will willingly help her be the kind of "Momma" to Reilly that Reilly needs.

The Good, The Bad, And The Kevin Myerses And Reverend Kellys

Eerily enough, we were just talking about my dad's childhood Irish-American priest and his Anti Semitism. Sadly, there is a lot of Anti Semitism within quite a few pockets of some Irish Catholic circles....and you know what? Maybe that's another part of why his father's parents did not want his uncle marrying an Irish-American woman. 

(By the way, I've done a lot of family and other research as well as lived quite a life for being 27 years old: I can thus deduct, read between the lines, and otherwise have ways to figure out what I'm not exactly or at all being told.)

Long story short, Dad's from a family of Anusim Ashkenazim and B'nei Anusim Ashkenazim, and Pop-Pop's parents themselves were sort of intermarried: Great-Grandma believed in Jesus (and Great-Great-Grandma was not thrilled about this, as I deducted); and Great-Granddad did not (To him, shidduch shmidduch in any case, though: he wasn't in the Old Country, anyway.). Both of them, however, were not happy when Granduncle Tony wanted to marry a daughter of one of the Sugar Notch Lenahans (Her mother was the Lenahan.): "She's Irish!"

Pop-Pop himself married a daughter of a Rusnak whose father was somehow a relative of Yehoshua Rusnak (though I'm not sure that Grandma knew this at the time). Not that the family prominences figured into the marriage decisions, anyway; and even if they had, Great-Granddad had prominent-enough family himself, anyway, thanks (His cousin Katherine, e.g., married a Chokola; and long story short, the Chokolas are somehow Jewish). The point was that a Jew was a Jew, irrespective of belief; an Irisher was a Irisher, and you could bet that he or she grew up Catholic.

As if my great-grandparents were prescient about things that would turn out in the most-ironic way possible, it actually ended up going well for Granduncle Tony and (sadly) his widow (He died just after her 70th birthday and after they'd been married for 46 years.), and Pop-Pop got stuck with a certain Reverend Kelly as his family's pastor when he moved his family down to Glen Burnie and attended The Good Shepherd: he himself would fall asleep in the back of the church while everyone else attended services.

Only later, meanwhile, did I figure out that Reverend Kelly had a clear Anti-Semitic bias against us: according to my mother, whom is herself mostly from Irish-Catholic stock, my sister and I actually held out our hands correctly for Catholics—and not Episcopalian wise—after all when we attended a Christmas service at the Good Shepherd, including with begrudging Dad (and that Dad had to deal with Father Kelly helps one to understand why he turned out how he turned out—you deal with people in authority whom want to think that they know better than even God Himself, you might also turn out how Dad turned out. By the way, some are skeptical that Reverend Kelly was solely at fault—one good thing about attending what's now NDMU is that I know how many Roman Catholic teachers, laymen and clergy alike, think that they know better than God and try to teach their students to be robots instead of students).

Had I known that we're Jewish back then and that we did hold out our hands correctly after all, I would have realized that the same pastor whom hated my dad as his student back then picked on his now-grown former student's Jewish-looking children—as I've found out, we couldn't pass back then or now even if nobody would say anything—and years later, I am not surprised.

At least I (can be at least fairly certain that I) know that Reverend Kelly will have to (if he hasn't already had to) face a Jewish Jesus someday, and hearing "I never knew you!" will be (or was) painful: after all, as Corrie ten Boom stated, "You can't love God without loving the Jewish people," and she was paraphrasing the Paul of Tarsus whom reminded the gentiles at Rome that gentiles are grafted-in branches of the Tree of Life and Jews are the regrafted-in branches.

Update: After doing some quick Googling:

1. Reverend Kelly is out of The Good Shepherd. God hath given each according to his or her works, I see. Nonetheless, he his sycophants
2. I see nothing to indicate that he's died. Since he's still alive, then, he has had some time to reflect on what he's done throughout his life.

Excerpt From An Upcoming Book: The Ole Field Five, Plus One! (Language Warning)

Just before I began to write this, I'd been planning to write about the gang in my neighborhood whom I call "The Old Field Five". Then my sister told me about another Old Fielder whom's coming into the neighborhood (God willing). Thus (again, God willing), there's now the Ole Field Six—or at least there will be an "Ole Field Six" if "Ole Field Six" has a ring to it (and again, if God wills—and mind you, everything—whether for good or for evil—should have the "If God wills" caveat with it.)

As for the Ole Field Five being the Ole Field Five...just as I've said about everything else in this book, shit that I can't make up and other stuff—and this falls into the category of other stuff!

I won't say what neighborhood is my neighborhood (or what's my neighborhood for now, anyway—God willing, I'm making aliyah and calling another neighborhood  truly  my neighborhood someday—I as a Jew don't belong in the Diaspora, and didn't belong in the Diaspora even when I didn't know that I'm Jewish). After all, that I as a Jew, woman, and person with disabilities am vulnerable enough without the Anti-Semitic misogynists and ableists knowing where I (even temporarily) live. Besides, since all of us whom are Jews are responsible for one another and are to love our neighbors as ourselves, I as a Jew would be putting my Jewish and gentile neighbors in danger if I stated where exactly the Ole Field Five are neighbors and will have a sixth Ole Fielder as a neighbor soon.

In addition, I have especially my own Ole Fielder, Reilly Rosalita, to protect—Reilly trusts her "Momma" to not let anyone hurt her, notwithstanding that there are sadly quite a few people whom would like to hurt Reilly's "Momma" by trying to hurt Reilly—and I am well aware of how cruel people can be. I'm also aware that I have part of the legacy of a family friend named Diane to continue, since there'd be no Ole Field Five without Diane—after all, she referred us to Ole Field Farm's owner, Joyce Fleming, and she surely wouldn't anybody hurting me or Reilly, let alone any of the owners of the other Old Field Fivers (including my sister) or any of the Old Field Fivers (including Camille, my sister's Maltipoo and Reilly's once-removed cousin).

Speaking of Diane and her legacy, here's more shit that I can't make up: while she got to meet Reilly the last time that she saw us, she got to meet only Reilly during the last time that she would ever see us in this lifetime. She didn't even get to meet Camille before she died, and Camille wasn't even born until shortly before she died—Camille was born in March of 2015, and Diane died of Lou Gehrig's Disease in July of 2015.

Even shittier was the way that we found out that she'd never have a chance to meet Camille in this lifetime: someone called us to tell us that she died of ALS. What made that shitty for us was that:

1. We now understood that the last time that we saw her would be the last time that we'd ever see her in this lifetime.
2. Her last visit with us was marred for her by the fact that she was going through the final stages of ALS/Lou Gehrig's Disease, not to mention that her decline due to Lou Gehrig's Disease (about which we had no idea, despite that it was happening in front of us) was exacerbated by the distress due to the then-recent death of her brother to whom she was very close (about which we did know and which she mentioned). We didn't even know that she had Lou Gehrig's Disease in the first place, and we felt bad that we couldn't help her as her ALS and her distress over her brother's death affected her significantly!
3. She referred us to Joyce only to have her once chance to meet Reilly affected by the throes of end-stage ALS flareups!

Only God understands why He had that happen to Diane, and it nonetheless hurts. I've even said that to the owners of Camille's maternal sister Shelby (whom Diane would've also loved to have met—and they got Shelby because they wanted to get a puppy from whomever we got Reilly and Camille—and neither did she get to meet Shelby nor did they get to meet the person whom referred their own reference to Joyce in the first place. 

At least she'll get to meet Camille and Shelby at the Resurrection; and she'll get to meet:

1.  Fenway—whose owners, as far as I know, were actually the only ones whom were not referred to Joyce by Diane, anyone to whom Diane referred Joyce, or anyone whom was referred to Joyce by Diane and referred others to Joyce in turn.
2. Solo, to whose owners Shelby owner's referred to Joyce—and maybe I'll get to meet Solo then, too, since I have yet to meet him!
3. Whomever the Old Field Sixer ends up being.

Incidentally, "Ole Field Six" does seem to have a ring to it—go figure! 

If Tr**p Is Putin's Puppet Or (Forgive My Language), B****....

Why is Tr**p signing a bill to impose sanctions on Russia, in addition to imposing sanctions on Iran and North Korea? By the way, keep in mind that Tr**p praised Kim Jong-Un as well as Putin.

In other words, people who are puppets or (forgive my language) b*****es of other people don't sign bills to sanction them. Also, remember what Tr**p keeps by his bedside and of whom he aspires to be the equivalent in this day and age. Remember that Molotov didn't try to call any shots when it came to Ribbentrop. In addition, Tr**p attempted to make an example of Reince Priebus in order to demonstrate his motto: "You scratch my back, and I won't stab you in yours."

I don't know what gun or whatever else Tr**p has to Reince's head or back, though whatever gun or whatever is similar or equal to whatever made Ivana Trump change her given-under-affidavit claim that she was raped twice—in Ivana's case, she was physically raped at least once as a spouse and non-physically raped twice via blackmail by her rapist—with Reince, only God knows what Tr**p and Scaramucci are doing to keep him from saying, "Yeah, Tr**p's an SOB."

Given Ivana and Reince—among others—then, one has to know that Putin is another puppet of Tr**p and another Molotov to another Ribbentrop. I assume that Tillerson or Scaramucci is the more-literal equivalent of Ribbentrop, by the way, though Tr** is nonetheless as a Ribbentrop to Putin as a Molotov in 2017.

When "Auntie Nicole" Encouraged Bad And Smart Puppy Behavior, Etc.

Assuming that "Mom-Mom" is correct about why Camille looked out the window and barked before getting the wishbone toy at one point, Camille tricked Reilly to get her away from the wishbone toy. As "Auntie Nicole" recalls, Camille has also done this at least once before—and Maltipoos are definitely very intelligent and Camille is a ¾-Toy Poodle Maltipoo, she could very well be intelligent enough to trick Reilly like that.

Of course, "Auntie Nicole" went—through she as "Momma" apologized to Reilly before she went—and encouraged Camille with "Good puppy!" Mind you, "Auntie Nicole"/"Momma" thought about the implications of encouraging mean and seemingly-Tr**pesque behavior, although Camille has no Tr**pesque intentions or inclinations—besides, puppies of all ages are like two- to three-year-old humans, not malicious 70-year-old aspiring dictators whom deliberately make two- to three-year-old humans look mature in comparison.

By the way "Momma" and Reilly have even prayed to God for deliverance from D****d Tr**p from time to time when they say their prayers¹.

Also by the way, "Auntie Nicole" just remembered something regarding names and nicknames: "Mimi"/"Auntie Nicole" doesn't like when "Auntie Nicole"/"Momma" jokingly calls Camille "Camilla Barker-Paws", and she'll (as she did once) try a flat-falling response by calling Reilly "Reilly Palin" (at"Mom-Mom"'s suggestion). Clearly, she takes umbrage to a punny kind of nickname and follows up with an attempt to insult "Auntie Nicole"/"Momma" and Reilly by coming up with a nickname for Reilly that makes no linguistic or humoristic sense such as "Reilly Palin".

As far as "Reilly Palin" is and was concerned, by the way, Momma" even suggested that "Auntie Michelle" and "Mom-Mom" come up with something like "Reisy O'Donnell" if they were going to try to be insulting and punny, though—albe "Momma" doesn't agree with Rosie O'Donnell on most subjects—that's kind of hard when "Momma" does agree with Rosie O'Donnell about D****d Tr**p—albe for some differing reasons, as Tr**p is a RINO and Rosie O'Donnell sees him as a Republican (though this is another discussion¹).

¹And speaking of prayers, "Momma" has a quick message for a certain someone: ¡te extraño y amaría ver cómo Reily reacta a tí si (y, si Yejovah quiere, cuando) ella conocete algún día (y, si Yejovah quiere, algún día pronto)! Incidentemente, fuiste correcto con respecto a al menos algunos personas en Noticiario Fox: ojalá que pudiera que digo que no eras. Además, pudiera hablar contigo de estos temas—¡lo cual no pudeo hacer con dos paritdarias de Trump en la casa, y lo cual no pudeo hacer con Reily como puedo hacer con miembros de la raza humana! 

Update On Camille's Hebrew Name

For a name meaning "perfect one" ("Camille"), "Auntie Nicole" should've gone with "שלומית" ("Sh'lomit") or "שלמה" ("Shelemah")—both of which relate to "שלום". To not figure out that a name that means "perfect peace" took "Auntie Nicole" failing to consider and/or know:

1. Having at least two people with a Greek-English equivalent of "Shelomit" in the family—as if Camille wasn't already inadvertently named after another relative of "Auntie Nicole" and "Mimi", there you go.
2. "שלמה" ("complete", "whole", "full", etc..) as a derivative of "שלום".

To be fair, "Auntie Nicole"'s mind has also been a little fogged up by a case of possible RSV for a week and other contributing factors over the years¹.

¹Including long-standing heartbrokeness re to someone whom continues to leave "Momma" confused as to what he wants, and confusion and heartbreak only hurt "Momma"'s being a good "Momma" to Reilly—not to mention hurt "Momma" as a person overall—and speaking of perfect peace, ¡si solo él hablara con ella!...si Yejovah quiere, de todos modos.

Your Turn, Camille: Happy 2 ⅓-Gregorian-Year Birthday, Reilly!

You are very lucky that you didn't get hurt jumping from that height!

Cam, Reilly is still an alpha over you! (Puppies "kiss" in order to either show dominance, clean each other's teeth, or extract food or other items from each other's teeth.)

Camille gave Reilly a usual ear cleaning! 

She wanted "Hippo" here!

Regarding Hananya Naftali And A Disturbing Report About Him

In a Facebook group of which I'm a member, the group moderator shared a video of self-professed Jewish Christian and survivor of terrorism Hananya Naftali speaking at a UN Security Council Form. Someone objected to the sharing of the video on the grounds that Hananya Naftali may not actually be a terrorism survivor or anything else but a Messianic Jew whom deceitfully claims to have survived a terror attack in order to proselytize.

Just as I replied in the group, I'll post here for two reasons:

1. In case my comment understandably gets deleted—after all, as I said, Hananya Naftali reflects poorly on Jewish Christians if he is lying about whether he survived a terror attack.
2. As I implicitly replied to the original commenter, the report about Hananya Naftali is disturbing either way: that is, it's disturbing whether someone's lying about Hananya Naftali simply because he is a Jewish Christian or whether—more disturbingly—Hananya Naftali is using a Pseudo-Messianic-Jewish form of taqiyya, as what Mohammed did to promote Islam in his days has no compatibility with or equivalent to what Jesus taught, regardless of what one makes of Jesus—after all, Jesus was at least a rabbi whom taught that one should not bear false witness, and any "Messianic Jewish" form of taqiyya contravenes the Torah that Jesus taught and followed. By the way, I can find no news reports about Hananya Naftali actually having survived a terror attack in any case.
3. I'm a bat Anusim whose ancestors survived Anti Semitism as best as they could, and—for example—I'm unfortunately sure that part of what contributed to Great-Granddad Czarnecki's decision to commit suicide was the Anti Semitism that he endured as a child—you try being a 60-year-old Anusi whom, even though you were no hero, you had a rough life and became less than heroic in many ways partly because you were affected by how you started off life: in Anti-Semitic Polish Russia and having converted to Roman Catholicism before you were even a school-aged child because of the pogroms, and thus having your family back in Poland having disowned you and your parents because you became Anusim; and then fleeing to the United States to live as an Anusi in not-much-better-but-at-least-nominally-religiously-free Pennsylvania—and you end up in the Sugar Notch area, which is part of why you have to live as an Anusi. When you're sitting around after you've lost a job due to severing three toes and your lower leg in a work-related accident with a lawnmower, you think about those first 18-21 years of your life when all you can do is sit around and think instead of work—and your flareup of Depression becomes all the more exacerbated. Were you around today, you'd want to throttle that Hananya Naftali kid if he is lying, and you'd love tell him exactly about what you survived as opposed to what he only claimed to have survived—and from what I understand, Great-Granddad (given that he had no problem being abusive towards others) would certainly not hesitate to have throttled someone if he could have and needed to have throttled someone for good reason (After all, someone who turns out to be abusive since he or she was affected by abuse may well stand up to abusers whom are like the abusers that he or she had and has faced before. Also, keep in mind that he worked in the coal mines until times became too hard for the coal mines to run in Sugar Notch—so, he had a good deal of strength prior to his work-related lawnmower accident—and he also worked at a silk mill in his teenage years.).

As I replied to the original commenter, then:

"1) I don't see how that changes that he[, Hananya Naftali] was targeted because of his ethnicity, assuming that he was telling the truth about what happened to him. 2) If he was indeed lying, I as a Jewish Christian apologize on behalf of those like Hanaya Naftali and can tell you that he reflects himself and only himself. In fact, the majority of us are far different from the caricatures that Hananya Naftali likes to make us look like, and we do not condone whatever you call―if I may―his equivalent of taqiyya, as Mohammed and Jesus―regardless whatever you make of him―are not compatible, and no equivalent of taqiyya has any place in the life of any Jewish Christian."

Happy 3 ⅓-Gregorian-Year Birthday, Reilly!

Despite that both Reilly and "Momma" are only getting older, and that "Momma" has a cold (or RSV), Reilly's bittersweet (or at-least-bittersweet-for-"Momma") milestone day was a good day (at least for Reilly. For "Momma", it wasn't an unusual day—החיים, זה מה זה לאותה.). Reilly even voluntarily rolled over to get her belly brushed with the electric toothbrush during grooming time when she heard, "Let's get your belly brushed!"

Resting by "Momma"

"Momma" rubbing Reilly's belly to get Reilly to look at the camera

Anti Semitism Came From Outside Of A Hartford Cemetery....And Then There's The Anti Semitism In Luzerne County's Cemeteries

I have living and late relatives who were and are (including ones who currently await the Resurrection Of The Dead) in Madison and Norwalk, and all of us are B'nei Anusim. Besides, for example, I don't know where some relatives who weren't Anusim ended up; and either way, Anti Semites, whether or not they leave written graffiti (as if knocking over matzevot isn't a hateful form of graffiti just because it's unwritten) don't care whether we're Rabbinim, Kara'im, or something else (e.g., Notzrim); or openly Jewish or Anusim, whether or not we're B'nei Anusim.

As is said, it can happen here and it can happen anywhere else.

PS The (perhaps) conspiracy theorist in me says that some of the tombstones in the photos that Dad sent me were knocked over simply because they are or suspected to be matzevot; and the same (perhaps) conspiracy theorist in me suspects that that's why others have been left unmaintained. For example:

I'm not sure whose grave this is. However, the grave in two puctures prior, shown here below, is one of Great-Great-Granddad's cousins (the one whom proved that the sin against Natalie Wood didn't escape being perpetrated by our side of his maternal family, might I add.).

Another one, this after the knocked-over one. Although it hasn't been maintained, it's clearly standing upright and without any deliberate- and/or other clean-looking breaks.

By the way, all but two of the Hartford matzevot that were knocked over were knocked over to this kind of condition (The other two faced the kind of horrid fate that a matzevah in Europe may've faced.)

Meanwhile, two tombstones of people who were born within 20 years of Great-Great-Granddad (December 24, 1875; despite his tombstone giving 1877) are well maintained. One was born in 1869, and another was born in 1885. This tombstone seems to not be a matzevah (or at least a matzevah Yehudit, if you want to get technical and apply "matzevah" to any tombstone) or at least a suspected matzevah, in contrast to the two shown above that may be.

I left this in its original size on purpose. Assuming that the cemetery in the next picture is Holy Family/St. Charles Cemetery, one can see very clearly the stark contrast. Not that Great-Great-Granddad was a hero, by the way—and from what I understand, he wasn't—nonetheless, something's fishy when a tombstone in Holy Family/St. Charles looks like this in contrast to the other tombstones, especially since Great-Great-Granddad donated to its "Free Poland" fund. Also by the way, Great-Grandma (z"l) died only 10 Gregorian years ago and was laid to rest in St. Mary's as a Holy Family parishioner—it isn't like Holy Family doesn't keep track members of parishioning families whom are still in the area—in addition, given that this is why I mention Great-Grandma, she received a prayer shawl (which was not specifically a tallit) that my aunt Mary made for her and was quite thrilled to receive it (I know why, and Great-Grandma apparently did, too 🙂—had I known before she died and at least before the last time that I saw her 🙁! —in other words, only looking back on the times that I saw her and looking back with what I found out in mind did I understand that she was an alter-bubeh.)

Incidentally, St. Mary's does not allow stones on top of any tombstones ("No crushed decorative stones, pebbles, shells or similar materials shall be placed on or around monuments or markers.")....never mind that Jesus was Jewish (and is Jewish if you believe that he's Mashiach like I do); but, okay, then. 🙄 Also never mind that the stones left on matzevot are never "decorative" (While I was looking for the source where I read that no stones are allowed on top of any tombstone, I didn't remember St. Mary's Cemetery having this much of a contempt for Jews. If only we could get Great-Grandma and other proud stholts Yidn out of there, and get each of them among lantzmen and lantzfroyen whom believe as he or she believes, since it happens from within and not only from without—unless you want to count as part of the "without" group the Anti Semites whom affected them to become Anusim, "hidden Jews", regardless of their beliefs.)

This isn't to mention that since I clearly didn't pass—unbeknownst to me until a friend told me, "I figured that you're Jewish. You look Jewish."—at least quite a few ancestors who did know that they're Jewish from the beginnings of their lives didn't pass, no matter how much they tried and/or no matter how much anybody who at least suspected that they're Jewish didn't say.

By the way, Holy Family/St. Charles Cemetery in Sugar Notch is a small one (so are cemetery such as Holy Cross Polish National Cemetery, where Great-Great-Granddad's brother Felix is buried). There is, thus, little to no chance that even some stranger would've just passed over a lonely grave of an apparently-Polish or -otherwise-gentile parishioner in tight-knit, everybody-apparently-knows-somebody-or-of-somebody-somehow Sugar Notch.

Mostly Offbeat: "Momma" Now Has A Cold & One More Impediment To Being A Better "Momma" To Reilly

"Momma" thinks that contributing factors include exhaustion, the affect of uncertainty regarding what a certain someone wants—especially as both she (at 27.5 Gregorian years old today) and Reilly (at 3.33 Gregorian years old on Tuesday) are getting only older, and even the distress that the bad behavior of the albe-lovable-brat Reilly's behavior—including getting "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" into trouble for defending Camille against Reilly's attempts to steal extra "num nums"—can cause. 

Meanwhile, Reilly hasn't exactly behaved too much better than usual for "Momma"—though she's still a (or at least a relatively-) loyal "dogter" (although misbehavior doesn't exactly constitute loyalty, notwithstanding that the misbehaviors of puppies of all ages is comparable to the misbehavior of human children of infant to pre-kindergartner ages—in other words, Reilly's human-child-like mischievousness can still be frustrating despite that it isn't human-like brazen disobedience).

By the way, as shown from earlier, "Momma" and Reilly did get some fresh air on the back porch—so, "Momma" is trying to give herself a refu'ah shelemah from the cold and take care of Reilly as best as she can, and not just kvetch about being cholah due to a cold (and being cholah k'ronit due to having Cerebral Palsy and mental illnesses—the OCD/Anxiety of which, for example, affected "Momma" negatively last night when she was simply making herself an omelette with garlic in order to try to eat something and expedite the refu'ah shelemah from the cold, despite that she painstakingly attempted to observe safety precautions and Reilly was in the other room most of the time. Raw eggs + garlic + worry about Reilly = perfect combination to get a "Mamaleh" whose sick with a cold to have an OCD/Anxiety flareup and an exacerbated cold!).

Again, Reisilicita? Once Again....

Reilly attempted to knock Camille off of "Mom-Mom"'s lap, for all intents and purposes—understandably, Camille growled at Reilly (although "Mom-Mom" thought that Camille was growling at her for rolling her over on her back. "Mom-Mom" had to convince Camille that she would not allow her to be hurt by Reilly), of whom Camille was afraid!

PS Reilly rolled onto her back for "Mom-Mom" to "get her belly" and "is getting an extra treat"! Camille is not happy about that. 

Like Stealing Food From A Puppy...Oh; Wait. And An Incidental Note

After Reilly and Camille had their evening "num nums", enough wet food for them to have a little extra food (or dessert or whatever one wants to call the leftover food) was left in the recently-opened can. As happens at every other time when a new can's been opened and someone has to put away the food that wasn't served, then, whoever put the unserved food in a jar to refrigerate it gave the last little bits of food from the can to them—and the "whoever" this time was "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole"—and this time's whoever had to eventually block her "dogter" from attempting to take her furniece's share of the food from the furniece (including by trying to block the furniece, whom had to try to counterblock the "dogter").

About three separate times, "Auntie Nicole"/"Momma" had to take the spoon with the wet food on it from Camille to keep it out of Reilly's covetous reach, especially since Reilly wouldn't remain sitting and let Camille have her portion of the extra "num nums"—and of course, leave Reilly to get "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" into trouble with "Mom-Mom" for not just giving Camille her fair share of the extra "num nums"!

"Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" finally had to have Reilly sit and put her hand on Reilly's back to have her remain sitting while Camille got her extra share of the "num nums".

Just like Reilly to get "Momma" into trouble, like stealing food from a puppy...oh wait,,,,well, by trying to steal food from another puppy—for as much as Reilly is a lovable brat, Reilly is a brat; and for as much as she is a brat, she is a lovable brat!




PS "Momma" and Reilly (at least try to) never forget to pray for everyone, especially for whomever "Momma"'s helpmate and Reilly's "Daddy" is (especially if he is whom "Momma" thinks that he is), every day—please don't think that "Momma" doesn't care about anybody else, and nobody has to doubt that Reilly (who even gets jealous for everyone's attention!) cares for everyone!

Throwback Thursday: When Reilly Tried To Knock Camille Off Of "Mom-Mom"'s Lap!

That Reilly wants something when she wants something is well known, and also well known is that Camille usually ends up getting the brunt of Reilly's "I want it, and I want it now!" antics. So, that Reilly attempted to knock Camille off of "Mom-Mom"'s lap during a recent grooming session should not surprise anyone. Nonetheless, "Momma" was a little surprised that Reilly would try to knock Camille off of "Mom-Mom"'s lap, as was "Mom-Mom".

As "Momma" has said, Hell hath no fury like a jealous Reilly; and Reilly was certainly jealous for the treats that she would get in exchange for allowing "Mom-Mom" to run the electric toothbrush over her! 

More Memory Monday: The Photoshoots That Inspired The Concept For Reilly's And Camille's Bastille Day Cards

Photoshoot One, July 13, 2017

Photoshoot Two: Le Jour de La Bastille de 2017