A Fight With Reilly Over A Seed In Her Paw—Including A Muzzle And "Auntie Michelle"'s Assistance

Reilly can put up a fight—especially when "Momma" has to extract something her paw—and sometimes, "Momma" has to use a muzzle and little bit of assistance. Trying to extract a seed from Reilly's paw—which "Momma" initially thought was a nail clipping in her paw, and which she thought may have been one of Camille's nail clippings—took "Momma" trying to get Reilly to give her the paw in which the seed was stuck, using a muzzle to keep Reilly from biting her, and getting "Auntie Michelle" to roll Reilly over (since "Momma" can't roll Reilly over)

At least Reilly finally apologized to "Auntie Michelle"—not to mention that, afterward, she compassionately sensed that something was significant as we prayed for the 9/11 victims—when "Momma" prayed for everyone whom was affected by 9/11, Reilly smiled and panted her tongue—or she was enjoying the scritches, although I was scritching her before I prayed—I also tested to see when the smiling and panting occurred. and it often occurred when I prayed.

Sort-Of Formal Birthday Wishes To September And Half-Year Babies From Reilly

Let's just say that Reilly is not very good with formal birthday wishes, especially when she's sleepy. Knowing Reilly as well as "Momma" does, though, "Momma" knows that Reilly would wish all September babies and half-year babies—especially family, family friends, and friends—happy birthdays, and would love to catch up with and/or meet especially the family, family friends, and friends. Reilly loves to meet and greet people, after all, despite her lack of being good with formal birthday wishes.

September Birthdays, Including Half Birthdays—And Including Those Of Two Adult Puppies

Reilly and Camille will have their half-a-year birthdays this month, with Reilly being 2.5 years old and Cam now being an official adult puppy at 1.5 years old—and puppies do grow up so quickly. This is how they looked before and after their last half-a-year birthdays, by the way:

Camille on September 21, 2015

Camille on September 28, 2015—right after her half-a-year birthday.

Reilly on September 21, 2015.

Reilly on September 29, 2015.

And...

Reilly on her last half-a-year birthday!

They grow just within a matter of days, don't they? 

Meanwhile, Reilly and Camille have the same month for their half-a-year birthdays as some family members, family friends, and friends of mine have for their yearly birthdays—and if you're one of the family members, family friends, or friends whom was born in September (or if you're another September Baby), Happy Birthday from me (Reilly's "Momma") and Reilly! By the way, anyone who was born in September also shares a birthday month with one of Ri's and Cam's favorite seasons—Autumn! 

When You Tell Reilly And Camille That Camille's "Mimi" Will Be Coming Home From a Driving Test...

You can get them to at least somewhat cooperate for pictures for "Mimi"/"Auntie Michelle".

Labor Day And Memory Monday: Just How Did Reilly's Human Family (Including "Momma") Fall In Love With Their First "Fur"-mily Member?

"Saint Reilly Rosalita Of Jerusalem" (as I jokingly call her, although Reilly really is a kalvah kedoshah l'Yehovah, and) is the puppy whom chose us. After a tired Reilly was done playing with her siblings and resting in the house after a long play session, Joyce brought her and her sister out to one of the outside playpen-and-show areas when Reilly's to-be "Mom-Mom" asked if we could see any female Maltipoos—and that's when a tired-and-docile Reilly stayed in the front-right (and from our view, front-left) corner of the playpen and let "Mom-Mom" approach her and pick her up.

"Are you Reilly?" Mom asked Reilly this and fell in love with her firstborn "granddogter" immediately, and (as she later told me) understood why Reilly's to-be "Grandaunt" Frannie loved her own "fur"-mily (including her own "Momma's girl", Abby) so much—she'd never gotten why people love their dogs so much before, as she'd never had a dog when she was a kid and our own first dog—a family dog named "Angelina"—heartbreakingly came from a puppy miller whom disguised herself as a legitimate breeder and gives legitimate breeders like Joyce bad names, since "Angelina" (and her brother Teddy, whom Aunt Frannie owned) died within a week or so of coming home.

To answer "Mom-Mom"'s question and assuage her dreads, Reilly ended up licking the ring on "Momma"'s right ring finger! To confirm her answer when they went into Joyce's house to get to know Reilly better, etc., she crawled up from "Momma"'s lap to her face and licked her face.

Joyce let me take a cell-phone picture of then six-week-old Reilly as she held her.

Fast forward to today, and have a good rest of the Happy Labor Day that Reilly and "Momma" wish you to have*.





*PS "Momma" does still wish that Reilly'd have a "Daddy" with whom to spend Labor Day as another family member—not to mention that "Momma" would like to dance with someone to "Great-Mom-Mom"'s and "Great-Granddaddy"'s favorite dancing song and have him dance with his "dogter". Besides, Reilly's seen what "Momma"'s constant heartbreak and suffering—both romantically and non romantically—is like (Incidentally, Reilly's "Great-Granddad" Czarnecki did say "I don't like music" during a conversation in which "Great-Grandma", I, and others were talking about a tribute to Willie Nelson or something like that—and that's a reminder of an example of non-romantic heartbreak in "Momma"'s life, because "Great-Granddad" was a person that Reilly would not have liked were she a daughter of man and were she living at the time. But since Reilly is a puppy—albe an adult one—she likes everyone—or at least most people.).

Offbeat: Part Of Why Reilly Is My Main Blog Subject Of Late

For one matter, I run Reilly's Facebook page and am her "Momma". For another matter, to do the commentary-and-analysis videos that I do is now basically impossible because of YouTube's phasing out of its webcam-upload technology and failure to replace it with new webcam-upload technology—and while I do record some videos, including videos of Reilly and Camille, on my camera and on my phone, to do so is much harder for me (and others whom are in my type of position). Besides, I don't have all of the fancy equipment to become a professional commentator and to be unable to do anything as even a layperson commentator is frustrating me (and many others are in positions that are similar to mine)—by the way, we can talk when you try being a single, unemployed, and living-at-home Millennial because you're a Millennial with debilitating and draining mental illnesses that are comorbid with Cerebral Palsy and capable of rendering you incapable even of being what kind of pet parent you could be to your nonetheless-as-patient-and-understanding-as-possible puppy, not to mention incapable of typing (among other kind of writings) long commentary-and-analysis (and other types of) blog entries (especially when you type with only one finger on each hand, which takes enough energy to do).

By the way, Reilly—as I've written before—really has been a lifesaver of late.

A Biography Of A Living Saint As Written By Her "Momma": Saint Reilly Rosalita of Jerusalem, Order of the Companion Puppies

With Saint Teresa of Kolkota being canonized today, I figured that I'd write about a living saint whom could be canonized were she human and Roman Catholic: Saint Reilly Rosalita of Jerusalem, Order Of the Companion Puppies (I'd say "Order Of the Companion Dogs", though I have OCD and think that the Roman Catholic Church needs to correct "Order Of the Carmelite Discalced" as much as they need to correct "Sacred Theology Doctor" and other such unfortunate names of orders.).

Reilly fits the definition of an adult puppy (a dog) who's a companion to both humans and her fellow canines, even when the humans have unbelievable flaws and thorns in the flesh. But like all saints—and like all other creatures affected by the Fall—Reilly has her own flaws, although (like all animals) Reilly goes by instinct and not reason—and thus cannot intentionally sin (and Jesus' death on the cross covered unintentional sin. Besides, puppies—both baby puppies and adult puppies—are like human kids, whom like to test boundaries.). For example, Reilly will sometimes lead Camille into barking and eating mulch—and she'll otherwise bark when she's not supposed to bark (like right now as I type).

For all of Reilly's flaws, though, Reilly Rosalita of Jeusalem, O.C.P., is a living saint—and, God willing, Reilly (who, incidentally, came over for a scritch as I titled her biography) and I will make aliyah as soon as possible.

In the picture above, by the way, Reilly is tending to her cousin and best friend by cleaning her armpit.