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.

Especially When Nobody Else Loves "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole"...

Reilly and Cam are there to remind Reilly's "Momma" that there are loving creatures in the world, including creatures whom are best friends:

And pets who love their human parents, even when they try to avoid having their pictures taken or have to deal with their parents taking those "one last" pictures before "night nights" time:

And pets who can both sit outside on an Autumn-like day and begin misadventures like barking and eating mulch on that otherwise-languid End of Summer day.

Natural Disasters And Other Crises, And Worries About Two Puppies

Just the other night, Cam was resting on Ri's blanket while she was waiting for "Mimi" to get ready for bed.

Meanwhile, Hermine made landfall in Florida yesterday; Davao City experienced a terror attack; and every day, even in our homeland, Jews—including "Momma"—face the threat of Anti Semitism—and part of the threat in the Diaspora is a Donald Trump presidency (Just a few days ago, for example, Donald Trump's namesake son retweeted Holocaust denier Kevin MacDonald—and this despite that remains of Holocaust victims were found at the once-Nazi-overtaken Max Planck Institute.).

Thus, "Momma" wonders how she's going to get Reilly to safety in any event—let alone if she has to flee to Canada or risk dying while she tries  to make aliyah. Getting Camille to cooperate during a tornado warning last time was hard—and she hated getting her harness and leash on for a while after that, let alone being tricked to go into the crate every time that she was tricked—and she also hated when I had to block the entrance to the crate and the entrance to the crate area to get her to stay.

Therefore, and even though Reilly cooperated during the tornado warning, how is "Momma" going to get can-be-just-as-stubborn Reilly to cooperate if she and Reilly have to flee from a terror attack, the United States, and even the Jewish Diaspora altogether? Besides, to cope with how Reilly will be living away from her best friend might be hard.

In Any Case, "Momma" Worries About Reilly In Light Of November 9, 2016

"Momma" has made quite clear what she thinks about the whole Trump-Clinton debacle. Either way, she worries about Reilly—and herself!—and as far as she knows, even the Reilly who saved her "Momma"'s life cannot save "Momma" from the worst-case scenario unless God pulls off a miracle!

As for whether "Momma" can save Reilly, "Momma" can't even lift her Reilly's cousin up on a table to watch the rain—how, then, is she going to be able to help Reilly? Besides, "Momma" could use help being a better "Momma" to Reilly in any case, let alone if she ever has a chance to give Reilly human siblings in the future—after all, Reilly would be a good "sister" (and she even picked up Camille by the scruff once, although she got into trouble for being like a mother to Camille!).

By the way, "Momma" will—if God wills—tell Reilly who she thinks, or at least hopes, that Reilly's "Daddy" eventually may be—and she'll see how Reilly reacts, though what ultimately happens is up to God. Also, she won't share Reilly's reaction unless anyone whom "Momma" mentions to Reilly ends up being Reilly's "Daddy"!

Good Reilly, Bad Reilly (Or Good Reilly Even When She's Behaving Badly)—And Life-Saving Reilly

Last week and on Sunday, "Momma" was feeling like no longer being around. When "Momma" asked God why she should keep being around—since being disabled and having mental illnesses, and thus still single and unemployed, makes her feel worthless—Reilly literally saved her "Momma"'s life. Particularly on Sunday, Reilly must've heeded God when she licked "Momma"'s hand about five times—since "Momma" asked that Reilly's licking her hand would be a sign that she should still be around.

However, Reilly isn't always that good—for example, she again burst out the back door to eat mulch. This time, she burst while "Momma" was carefully carrying a salad bowl out onto the back-porch table. Of course, "Mom-Mom" blamed "Momma" and even had to use one of the spray bottles to try to get Reilly out of the mulch—never mind that Reilly was told to stay multiple times and engaged in behavior that could've easily caused "Momma" to fall, stab herself with a Cutco knife, or have the bowl shatter and put Reilly and Camille in danger of eating salad with dressing that had garlic and onions.

Perhaps, meanwhile, an irony that God used Reilly to save "Momma" two days before she could've caused "Momma" to endanger lives exists. 

As a Dog Owner, Reilly's "Momma" Has One Advantage Of Having OCD/Anxiety

As "Momma" previously wrote, she at least has the advantage of protecting Reilly from certainly fatality (Yehovah willing, anyway)—not to mention that my having Depression also provided Reilly an advantage in her first year:

"Despite my OCD, etc., Reilly is honestly among the reasons that I'm still alive. I missed much of her first year for several reasons, among them being—if not with most of them stemming from—that I'd oversleep due to a Depression flareup...At least, meanwhile, Reilly got some naps when Michelle would bring Reilly upstairs to my room and there while I overslept—and puppies need up to 20 hours of sleep per day.

"Sometimes, though, as much as I love Reilly (and oftentimes, if not always, because I love my "dogter"), she and/or matters concerning her can affect mental-illness flareups—such as the incident in which I meticulously looked for a chocolate which I probably drop [sic.] with even a flashlight just in case I dropped it."

Of course, though, "Momma" still wonders what she'll do if she can't catch Reilly if Reilly eats a fatal or close-to-fatal "nasty" such as chocolate, an excess amount of mulch, and raisins—and she already has a hard time keeping Reilly away from the open and often-has-dripped-down-"nasties" dishwasher that Reilly licks or tries to lick.