#ThursdayThoughts: Even scritches and treats can’t bribe Reilly to look at the camera

 And not even “Momma” just having returned from the hospital within the hour could get Reilly to look at the camera for post-op update-and-“ thank you for praying” pictures!  

#WoofWednesday: #PupLogic

 

“I can make Ms. Ia stay if I bark loudly enough!”

#SillySaturday: Typical “Conversations” With “Reilly” on Instagram

 Of course, this is how Reilly acts in real life, anyway: 

#GoodDefeatsEvil: Reilly’s #Halloween Costume

 

#ThursdayThoughts: Instagram For Reilly and Scritches For Camille?

 

PS See the YouTube description for Reilly’s Instagram name! 

#MaltipooMonday: since when did Camille start driving?

Spoiler alert: she only looks like she’s driving.

 

Reilly & “Momma” Have Been Busy Lately. So…

 

They just wanted to wish everyone a happy belated birthdays and other happy belated occasions—and a Shabbat Sukkot Shalom. They will also try to make more cards in the future, Yehovah willing

What Happens To Reilly When “Momma” Dances In a Silly Way

 Hint: Reilly becomes very unamused.

#WoofWednesday: Reilly and Camille don’t quite understand the shofar

 

PS There is a description of the video.

Yom Teru’ah Photoshoot

 Needlessly to say, Reilly cooperated only for a treat.

National Puppy (“Dog”) Day Is…

 “Every day, Momma!”

#WoofWednesday: Sprinkler or Stick?

 

Why I Started A Change.Org Petition Asking Congress to Impeach Biden

PS Not just I need to be involved in calling on Congress to impeach Biden and impeach Biden now. 

“Who’s HOME?!”

 

Offbeat: Pictures and Video of Reilly’s Friend Teddy…

 Whom is very much like, might Reilly’s “Momma” add 😆!

“Only I give kisses!”

Just Another Update

 TL; DW: I’ve had to revise and remove some content at least for the time being out of respect to others’ understandable concerns.

#ThursdayThoughts: So, “Momma” Asked Reilly’s Favorite “Ms. Ia” to Take Ears-Up Pictures, And…

 Even better: she got a video! 

Originally A Reply To a Quora Comment: Prejudice Against Redheads Isn’t Just An Anti-Irish “Holdover”

 (PS If you knew all of this before, read this just to nonetheless refresh your memory—and if you’re mad about it, nu? Ikh bin a Yidishe froy.)

That could be a part of it, although Anti Semitism was as well. Only later, for example, did I discover why it was a big deal that my granduncle Francis was known as “Big Red” in contrast to my granduncle Tony (z”l), “Little Red”—red hair, which both Jacob and Esau had, was a giveaway for being a Jew in Poland (maybe even all of Eastern Europe, though Poland is what I recall reading). My great-grandfather was a Jew born in Cumań (now Tsuman’) with his birth registered in Shumeve (Szumowo—and his father used a variant of its Yiddish name at Antwerpen when he immigrated to America the second time); and both of his parents were Poylishe Yidn with Litvishe and Vayaruslandishe roots. 

Their mother (z’l—a sheine Yidishe froy) was (and I wish that I knew to ask her when she was still here. Anyway, she was) a Jew with parents with roots in Budapest and Kesmark (now Kežmarok) as well as Locse (now Levoča), though they claimed Kacwin and Łapsze Niżne. Her Budapest-born father did have family in Odesa, though. 

It also, speaking of the Irish, actually meant that as well for an Ireland-born ancestor of mine (and it probably means a good number for a lot of other Irish as well, as the native hair color of Ireland is actually brown— and a lot of Crypto Jews ended up in Ireland, which I never knew for a long time). As you may have guessed by now, all of the aforementioned were Crypto Jews and/or descendants thereof— and for my Irish ancestor, I figured it out when it wasn’t just his daughter’s obituary mentioning a request to omit flowers (I had originally chalked it up to the fact that she married the DeBoy son of a Peltz whom may have also had Jewish heritage on his father’s side). His sister’s as well as his own mention the request, and his Irish-American wife had quite a nasty way of essentially sitting shiva for him—by erecting a gravestone with their final separation date as his death date, and he did not die until 20 years later.

(PS The gravestone reads February 23, 1915. Subsequent Censuses, a will that was somehow filed in 1932, and a 1937 obituary give a whole different picture—and previous Censuses already hinted at separations).

#WoofWednesday: A brush with the toothbrush

 Watch to find out more (“Momma” makes these videos for a reason!)