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.

Reilly And Camille Always Provide Never-Dull Moments

For example, who could call Pooh Bear- and Piglet-faced, chew-toy and blanket chewers on a Saturday night dull?

Who can call Camille dull when she's taken the opportunity to turn a sofa cover into a blanket?

Also, who could call undyingly-devoted-to-her-"Mimi" Cam dull?

Whom could call a puppy whom sits up for a belly rub and turns away just as you're about to get her picture (and, in this case, somewhat resembles her "Great-Great-Grandma" Czarnecki, of blessed memory) dull?

Aw! She turned away just as "Auntie Michelle" was trying to get another picture.

After all, nobody could call a Reilly whom tolerated a perfect picture opportunity and a Camille whom added to the picture-perfect opportunity dull, could he or she?

Besides, nothing is dull about a Reilly and a Camille whom, e.g., insist on running out of the back door to eat mulch whenever they can—and despite that Reilly's "Momma" is not to blame for it, and despite that Reilly and Camille took the opportunity to run out when "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" was in the backyard to check on her plants after she successfully lifted the backyard-blocking chair out of the way and back to its right side up.

Of course, "Mom-Mom" blamed "Momma" for it; and meanwhile, "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" even had a hard time getting the chair back down on its side to reblock off the backyard, notwithstanding that she thought that she could maybe at least get the chair back down. By the way, Reilly and Camille do know that "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" is not as fast or strong as abler human beings for some reason, although they don't understand the reason (Cerebral Palsy with Scoliosis, and draining mental illnesses)—and like younger human children, they take advantage of that. 

Nonetheless, they do help keep "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" in at least somewhat of a state of sanity—at least when they're behaving, or even when they're misbehaving and "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" laughs when she shouldn't laugh or even has her maternal instincts kick in, although the kicking in of the instincts certainly affects the mental-illness flareups (e.g., OCD/Anxiety) in a vicious cycle (e.g., with "Momma" once obsessively looking for a chocolate that she may have dropped because she saw Reilly going for something on the floor—or at least to the back-door window to bark at something—knowing that she probably didn't drop a chocolate and Reilly probably didn't get a chocolate—since "Momma" ate it over the table and directly from a 16-ounce glass).

Incidentally, a friend did once tell "Momma" that she could be a good Orthodox Jewish mother, and others (as far as she remembers) have said that she could be a good mother—and yet, "Momma" has a hard time being a good Jewish Christian ima to her kalvbat* (i.e., "daughter dog", a contraction of "bat" and "kalvah", which comes out to also be a word for "affectionate" and "lovely". Awww. Reilly is כלבבה—after her "Momma"'s heart and the hearts of anyone else whom'll give her scritches and other attention, and jealously trying to keep Cam and other puppies from getting that same attention).

PS Reilly is waiting patiently as night-owl "Momma" is typing this entry with one finger on each hand and having a Bruxism flareup as well as aches and pains due to CP, OCD/Anxiety, etc..

*For a discussion on that, see why "Momma" needs a "Poppa" for Reilly—with the Cerebral Palsy and mental illnesses , of course, being part of why. After all, not being able to catch mulch-eating Reilly can be detrimental to her in the end, as Reilly's own vet explained as well. Reilly generally does not listen to admonitions such as "Get out of the mulch." or "Drop it!", by the way.

May, God willing, "Momma" find Reilly a "Poppa" and/or God send "Momma" a "Poppa" for Reilly soon—of course, "Momma" wants a "Poppa" whom'll love Reilly's "Momma", though that's another discussion.