Camille Knows That She's Cute, And...

She actually cooperated for a few pictures this time.

By the way, who needs dog-odorant when she has her cousin cleaning her armpits? Incidentally, Camille and Reilly really are cousins: Reilly's mom, Apple, is the grandaunt of Tootsie, Camille's (and Shelby's) mom (Thus, Reilly lives with one cousin and lives a few houses up from another.).

The Quirky Girls—i.e., Camille And Reilly

Camille and Reilly have their lovable quirks, as each dog (whether a puppy or an adult puppy) has his or her unique quirks and shares universally-canine quirks with his or her canine compadres. Even last night, for example, Reilly came over to my computer to get scritches three times when she sensed that I was in a bad-enough mood as was the case (Long story!). She also, within this week, demonstrated once again that she has her equivalent-to-human-toddler defiant side—for example, she petulantly growled at me when I asked her to move onto another side of the bed for a minute (and I need to, God willing record an instance of that one time). Meanwhile, she continues to love her belly rubs, and even tapped her paw on my head when I paused in rubbing her belly at one point.

As for Camille, she has picked up Reilly's quirk of turning away from the camera when she is tired. By the way, patient Reilly—even though she gave me a "I'm frustrated" or "C'mon; I want to go 'night nights'" look—waited for me to wrap up my day again last night.

On A Lighter Note: Camille The Consummate Foodie & Midair Jumps

As one can see, Camille loves her "num-nums" and is impatient enough to beg, claw "Mom-Mom"'s legs, and even jump. Meanwhile, as in these pictures from a while back, the girls are napping after a good walk and other morning-routine activities—including engaging in the consummate-foodie routine, which can wear Cam out :-). 

Case In Point: Trying To Get Camille Up To See the Rain

When the rain began pouring today, I tried to get Camille up to see the rain—since Ri and Cam could sit in their beds on the table and window watch, when the sofa was leaned against the table. Poor Camille was begging to get up there when I asked if Reilly and Camille what was out there and if they wanted to see the rain. Sadly, my Cerebral Palsy rendered—and renders—getting Camille up on the table nearly to entirely impossible.

Must Love Reilly (And "Momma")—And Why Does "Momma" Blog About Reilly Needing A "Daddy" So Much?

"Momma" has already made quite a few of the reasons clear. For example:

1. Given some of what "Momma" has to endure—such as Cerebral Palsy and Depression—
2. Given that "Momma" already has trouble being a good "Momma" to Reilly, going through life alone and lonely—especially this day and age, in which events such as a detrimental Trump or Clinton Presidency could happen—would make being a good "Momma" to Reilly harder. 
3. Even Reilly wants a "Daddy" to help "Momma" raise her.
4. "Momma" can't be a burden on "Mom-Mom" and "Auntie Michelle" forever, can she? Besides, what if—God forbid—something did happen to "Mom-Mom" and/or "Auntie Michelle"—where could or would Reilly and "Momma"—not to mention Camille—go?

Meanwhile, "Momma" is looking out for and waiting for whomever Reilly's "Daddy" is or might be—she already actually has a few possibilities in mind (two in particular), although she won't tell who they are unless one of them does become Reilly's potential "Daddy" (aka, "Momma"'s significant other). Incidentally, Camille has a potential human father—and Reilly has a potential human uncle—what Camille will call her human father, whether or not "Mimi" ("Auntie Michelle")'s current boyfriend ends up being Camille's human father and Reilly's human uncle, is yet to be seen.

A Reminder Of Why Reilly Needs a "Daddy": "Auntie Michelle" Could've Left Reilly And "Momma" To Die!

To make a long story short, I will say that "Auntie Michelle" somehow caused "Mom-Mom" to have to open windows and turn on fans just to get the life-threatening smell out of the kitchen—needlessly to say, that life-threatening smell still lingers as I type! While the life-threatening smell occurred, poor Reilly—who already hates the oven light for whatever reason, and hates smoke because of an incident in which "Momma" burned quite a bit of her own hair and left cheek!—had to be taken outside onto the back porch by "Mom Mom" to be calmed down, and even taken upstairs to be comforted by "Auntie Michelle"!

As for Camille, she had to be put on short-of-breath, fatigued, and headachy "Auntie Nicole"'s lap, and was even shaking at one point. "Auntie Nicole"—who's "Momma" to Reilly—can only imagine what'd've happened had the house caught fire, meanwhile.

On a lighter note, Camille—whose sister Shelby lives in the neighborhood—was happy to sniff Shelby when "Auntie Nicole" came her back from walk and had seen Camille's just-having-come-from-vacation sister—whom, like Camille, looks like she's limping when she runs toward someone, although she and Camille just have a unique little run. From what I'm told, Camille also would go up to Shelby's house and whimper every time that she, "Mimi" (who's "Auntie Michelle" to Reilly), and "Mom-Mom" would pass Shelby's house on every walk during the entire vacation week!

This, by the way, is also part of why "Reilly" needs a "Daddy"—"Momma" wants to be able to take Reilly on walks and enjoy those kinds of moments with her, and "Momma"'s Cerebral Palsy makes walking Reilly alone impossible. By the way, Reilly—if nobody or nothing else—would hopefully be incentive for somebody to be and stay with "Momma".

In the meantime, "Momma" is keeping an eye out for whomever could, would, and (God willing) be Reilly's "Daddy".

Once You Know About Or Even Meet Reilly...

You never forget her. Even when Reilly is behaving badly, she is still a good girl and unique bugger. When she met "Great-Grandma" yesterday, meanwhile, she did her macha barking schpiel (She's such a macher with machisma and likes to say, "Shalom" by barking vociferously.). As for meeting "Pop-Pop", by the way, that is a whole other discussion.

Pictures Of Thursday's Morning Grind For Reilly And Camille, And How Reilly's Barking Can Affect Life Dangers

I almost did not survive to today's morning grind, and the long story made short is this: 

When I woke up at about 5:45-6:00 AM, I had to head to the restroom. Since I have IBS, anyway, I should've headed to the restroom earlier and not waited until Reilly starting barking like a banshee. Since I waited until Reilly started barking and I had to put the muzzle on her, I was already stressed enough. Hurriedly running to the restroom and closing my bedroom door to keep Reilly from escaping my room, I ended up turning around and almost falling down the staircase head first and on my back.

Luckily, I was able to scream for help as I held on to the staircase pole and was able to stay in the precarious position in which I ended up until help arrived (and this is not withstanding that getting lectured about being "a fall risk" by my mother, whom had to help me and also gave me a hard time about my IBS flareups as well as what else she perceives to be my fault, is embarrassing). Then I was able to get the restroom and come back to where Reilly was waiting patiently, although she had barked while I was in there.

When I came back and took the muzzle off of her, I discovered that she'd already gotten it off of herself. She may have gotten it off when I was in the bathroom. although the barks that I heard indicated that she had the muzzle on her and couldn't bark significantly. In any case, I unbuckled the muzzle, went through a schpiel about not barking, gave her scritches, and finally got up early after I couldn't get back to sleep. Besides, Reilly needed to "go potty" and loves going downstairs to see Camille and "Mom Mom" in the mornings, anyway.

Meanwhile, the pictures below show a typical morning grind for Reilly & Camille. The typical grind includes, besides the morning-greeting sessions and "going potty outside":

1. Eating breakfast ("num nums") after a morning walk, with consummate foodie Camille particularly being excited about having her "num nums".
2. Scouring for "nasties" and wanting their human family's food, despite that they just ate.
3. A morning playtime session.
4. Their morning nap (BTW, dogs can sleep up to at least 12 hours in a day!)

Reilly Ringleader And Camille Compadre

While Camille sometimes leads the engagement in bad behaviors (such as a few seconds ago, when she was barking, although Reilly did not follow her lead), Reilly is usually the one whom leads in engaging in bad behaviors such barking, eating nasties such as mulch, as bursting out the back door in the first. Thus, Reilly Ringleader and Camille Compadre (although it should be "Camille La Compadre" or "Camillacompadre [i.e., Camil-la compadre]) continue to be Reilly's and Camille's nicknames. Besides, to come up with equivalents of "Camille Ringleader" or "Reilly Compadre" with alliteration (i.e., "C.C." and "R.R." for equivalents of "Camille Ringleader" or "Reilly Compadre") takes some thought.

Best Friends

And Synchronized Nappers With the Doglympics



Meanwhile, Reilly is a best friend of mine as well, despite that I'm not always a good "Momma".

Waiting On Reisy's "Daddy" & Being A Bad "Momma"

I can be a really-bad "Momma" to Reilly, and I think that I may be a bad "Momma" to Reilly on purpose at moments like this. Being a night owl due to, e.g., loneliness is a huge part of it. Also, worrying about Reilly is a part of it. What am I going to do if and when, e.g., I need someone to help me:

1. Catch the little mulch eater when she runs into the backyard when she's supposed to stay inside the house?
2. Walk her?
3. Get her to the vet, even just for checkups?
4. Roll her over when she's barking and won't stop? I can't roll her over and say "Who rules?" I'm not strong enough to do that.
5. Take her to "go potty" at night, when I could be very unsafe?
6. Give her baths?
7. Make sure that I don't fall when I'm taking Reilly upstairs for "night nights" time (like I'm supposed to be doing now, notwithstanding that Reilly is patiently waiting for "Momma" again)?

Either way, despite that Reilly's a good "dogter" ("kalvbat", and my "kalvbat" was either guarding me well intentionedly  from "Auntie Michelle"'s harmless boyfriend or or claiming me), I can be a bad "Momma" to whom is a "kalvbat tovah" to me (even when she's behaving badly). 

"Auntie Michelle" took this picture of sleepy "Momma" and Reilly on "Momma"'s back.

Sharp Tongues In Nostrils And A Hard Time Breathing: AKA...

Puppy kisses right up the nostrils! Ouch! Camille also licks my nostrils, despite the "no nostrils" rule. Meanwhile, I keep my mouth closed while I'm getting puppy kisses, and I've also implemented a "no ears" rule.





Incidentally, Cam even got a booger once (Yuck!). As I've said, Ri and Cam provide never-dull moments.

Originally On LinkedIn: Facebook, Its TOS, and Algorithms?

A while back, a Facebook friend told me that Facebook apparently enforces its TOS by using algorithms. Algorithms—a well-over-$1-Million company uses algorithms to enforce its TOS?

Meanwhile, on a petition that I made to ask Facebook to enforce its own TOS, someone commented:

"I believe the maker of facebook is sexist and racist. Something should be done about it. I got in trouble for swearing at a racist but he didnt get in trouble for being racist. Something is so wrong with that"

I wish that I could've replied to her comment with the observation that its more that Facebook is evidently not hiring enough people to enforce its TOS—and while I grant that there are multiple TOS-violation reports a day, I also grant that there are:

1. Many people looking for jobs.
2. People like me whom'd be glad to have a job helping Facebook enforce its own TOS, especially since many of us have been affected by TOS violators. As for me, I live in Maryland and could help enforce Facebook's TOS virtually—I can't drive (since I have Cerebral Palsy) and, while I'm working on being an author and analyst-commentator, would love to be off of SSI benefits as well to help Facebook crack down the kind of, e.g., ableism and Anti Semitism by which I've been affected. Of course, I have to be prepared for the reality that Facebook will see me as nothing more than my Cerebral Palsy and what mental illnesses I have—after all, why would Facebook see me as any different since they often don't care when an individual with a disability is attacked by a TOS violator?
3. TOS violations that are so egregious, they've had to be reported to the FBI since Facebook wouldn't deal with them—and I remember that the FBI emailed me back per one threat that I reported and told me that I needed to forward the threat report to the Secret Service.
4. Too many instances in which Facebook even restores accounts and pages of TOS violators—and one page that they restored involved a threat against Hillary Clinton, while another on which someone reported content posted an obscene "**** Facebook" meme regarding when Facebook actually did enforce their TOS.

Since Facebook probably won't hire me, though (See Point Two and consider the case of Katie Shoener in a non-Facebook field.), they could at least consider what I've written here & hire others whom are looking for jobs.

Reilly's "Friend": The Spray Bottle

When my family had a cat, the cat would get the spray bottle if she was on the furniture or doing something else—besides being on the furniture—which she wasn't supposed to do. When we brought Reilly home, the spray bottle made its comeback—neighbors who have their own dog recommended the spray bottle for when Reilly barks when she's not supposed to bark, and we took the neighbors' advice.

After we'd used it for a while, it stopped being as effective as it had been at the beginning. Then I had an idea: add citrus juice to it. Given that some bark collars have citronella (and the vibration-offset bark collar that Reilly had worked somewhat until we lost it—and we still can't find it), I decided to put lemon juice in the water in Reilly's spray bottle (especially after I saw a YouTube video in which a citronella-water collar worked on another dog). 

Needlessly to say, Reilly has since had the spray bottle used on her. Meanwhile, she's stopped barking as soon as she gets threatened with the spray bottle, even when she's barked while I've typed this blog entry—she knows that "the spray bottle" and her "friend" are not pleasant. 

By the way, Camille has also gotten the spray bottle in the past—despite that Camille's "Mimi" has not been happy about it. Oh well—"Mimi" can do as she wants if she ever takes "Auntie Nicole"'s place and watches Cam and Ri when "Auntie Nicole" ("Momma" to Reilly) is at work or out with friends, at a church event, etc..

Those Little Moments When, For Example...

1. Cam sits by the bathroom door due to not wanting to be away from whomever's in the bathroom
2.  Either Cam or Ri come to lay by my feet as I'm at my laptop
3. Ri comes to the computer get scritches
4. Ri and Cam, like now, run to the door to greet whomever's coming home
5. Cam jumps up and down when she greets whoever's coming home
6. Ri and Cam beg for food

Either way, Reilly and Camille provide never-dull moments.

Pictures & A Video Of Ri & Cam For A Family Reunion, And Mental Health & Dogs

Not normally being tolerant of photos and videos, Reilly cooperated to give her "Momma" a picture and a video to show some human family. 

Cam of course cooperated for "Auntie Nicole".

Reilly also cooperated for the video, and here's a part of it:

Meanwhile, as with Pato and Ginger on "America's Got Talent", "Momma" has been helped with Reilly (and like Pato, she has OCD—with comorbid conditions—that drains and/or, so to speak, brainburns her to the point of not being able to brush her teeth or do much else). Despite her OCD, etc., Reilly is honestly among the reasons that she's still alive. She missed much of her first year for several reasons, among them being—if not with most of them stemming from—that she'd oversleep due to a Depression flareup after—to make a long story short—a relative's ex-boyfriend's sister used even LinkedIn to cyberstalk her in order to intimidate she after she had confronted the ex boyfriend about something. At least, meanwhile, Reilly got some naps when "Auntie Michelle" would bring Reilly upstairs to her room and there while she overslept—and puppies need up to 20 hours of sleep per day.

Sometimes, though, as much as she loves Reilly (and oftentimes, if not always, because she loves her "dogter"), she and/or matters concerning her can affect mental-illness flareups—such as the incident in which she meticulously looked for a chocolate which she probably dropped with even a flashlight just in case she dropped it, not to mention times when she dreads that something will happen to her because of something that she's doing (e.g., typing that she dreads about something happening to her, and then it might happen because she typed it—and even, God forbid, what if she's typing because she'd want something to happen to her?):

"People with OCD often think that their rituals will keep them—and the people they love—from getting hurt. They think, "If I do [or don't do] X, then Y will [or won't] happen." Everybody makes little bargains like this sometimes. Have you ever prayed for something to go your way? Did you offer to be extra good if you got what you wanted? People with OCD think this way all the time. They are sure that their rituals work like magic. Of course, that's not the case." (via iEmily, "Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder: Over and Over and Over Again")

Why Thomas Salbey Does Deserved To Get Charged, Though Not With "Detriment To the Dead" Charges

Thomas Salbey's possibility of getting charged in Munich angered a friend of mine. Unfortunately, I had to agree with Bavarian prosecutors that Thomas Salbey has to be charged. However, I noted that the charges should not be related to "detriment" to the decedent, the Munich Mall murderer. The charges, as I stated, should be:

1. aggravated battery
2. aggravated disturbance of the peace
3. aggravated exacerbation of a deadly situation by way of aggravated provocation
4. obstruction of justice by way of interfering with law-enforcement work.

I'm pretty sure that some (including my friend) will not be thrilled with my assessment, though it is what is. After all, Thomas Salbey worsened a bad-enough situation, especially by throwing a beer bottle at an already-dangerous-to-self-and-others individual.