"I'll Go Potty, But Not Without A Belly Rub" And Related Incidents

That's how "Auntie Michelle" described the message that Reilly sent when she rolled over when "Auntie Michelle" asked her if she needed to "go potty". At least, according to "Auntie Michelle", "[my] sweetness doll finally listened and 'went potty'" when "Auntie Michelle" took Reilly "potty"—long after she should have taken her, which is the kind of **** that causes "Momma" snap & lose her **** at least from time to time, albe that it gives "Momma" time to write blog entries about Reilly.

(Nonetheless, being taken advantage of due to having a disability, whether intentionally or unintentionally on the part of "Auntie Michelle", is far from fun and a cause of why "Momma" often gets to bed late—waiting for Auntie Michelle to take Reilly "potty" and being in the middle of a blog entry when "Auntie Michelle" and "Reilly" come back inside often causes "Momma" to have to make Reilly wait to go back upstairs.).

Meanwhile, Reilly will do the same to "Momma"—that is, stubbornly not move unless she gets a belly rub—and sometimes refuse to move at all, regardless of whether she gets a belly rub—this is particularly not fun for "Momma" when, for example, she has to adjust her blankets at the foot of her bed to keep her perpetually-cold right foot warm or run to the restroom due to an IBS flareup (and incidentally, Reilly still barks like a banshee—or klipeh—quite often). "Momma", then, either persists and get stubborn Reilly to move, tries to get around Reilly if she can (since Reilly has taken up the habit of sharing a pillow with "Momma" and makes "Momma"'s getting out of bed and to the restroom on time hard when she won't move) or decides to fight the IBS flareups or sleep with a cold foot for Reilly's sake.

Here, Reilly is begging for Camille to play with her, although "Momma" thought that she was begging for a belly rub!

By the way, "Momma" is whom has encouraged Reilly to share her pillow—"Come on, Reilly. Move up."; "Reilly; put your head on the pillow."; "Reisy, do you want some more of the pillow?"—and having Reilly sleep beside "Momma" makes breathing for "Momma" a lot easier, especially when Reilly is not laying on the blankets and causing the blankets to weigh down on "Momma", whose colon (due to her IBS) is already weighing down on her diaphragm quite a bit of the time when she lays down (which is actually, as she's read, quite common in people which IBS).

"Momma", "Momma" should mention, has explained IBS flareups to Reilly with phrases such as "My bladder and my colon are acting funny." She's also explained IBS in more detail, though she's explained it per how puppies can understand it.

The day before, Camille laid near Reilly as "Auntie Nicole" was laying down for a nap. IBS is sadly part of what's kept "Auntie Nicole" from getting a job, although she at least gets to watch Camille (and Reilly) during the day and nap when she can (since IBS, comorbidly with Depression and other issues, affects her sleep; and Reilly has been affected by that.).

My Favorite Version Of "Hallelujah", Though I'd Change Some Lyrics—And A Few Reasons Why I'd Change Them

• I'd switch around "minor" and "major" and "minor fall and major lift".

• I'd change "but" to "though" for all of the verses
• I'd change Verse 3 to:

"Baby, I've been here before—I can't count how many times I've walked this God-damned floor—and this was all before I ever really knew ya"

• I'd add this verse (and if anyone is guessing, you're right that this is a "**** you" to Amy Grant's and her songwriters' incorrect theology—plus, an allusion to Job):

"The LORD, Who gives and Who takes away,

"Deserves my praise; that's all that I'll say—

"And as for your 'broken melody'—well, screw ya!

"And what you've done's worse than how I said

"'If Jesus really rose from the dead,

"'There's nothing 'better than a "Hallelu YAH!"'"

1. For me, this song doesn't have to necessarily be romantic (or at least exclusively romantic).
2. My paternal grandfather did not like music (or at least didn't like it until. as I found out later, his final days, to the surprise of my father and my grandmother. When he preferred to watch the live version of "The Sound Of Music" over a football game while he was in the hospital, my father told my sister and me, my father was thinking "Who are you?" and wondering if someone had taken Pop-Pop over.)
3. I think of every floor that I've walked one too many times (because of, e.g., OCD/Anxiety), and I think of everyone whom's tried to smugly (or however else) lord everything over me (whether they've been right or wrong). I have family members (including belated ones) whom insisted on wanting to think that they were right about everything, etc.
4. Even though (or because) I'm a Christian, I really dislike (and sometimes even hate, even though I shouldn't hate) the hypocrites and the Bible flouters like the "Better Than A Hallelujah" songwriters—even, e.g., Paul praised Jesus in his weakest moments and the Song in Revelation was a praise, even in so far as the martyrs were (and are, and will be) concerned.

By the way, I probably dislike the hypocrites that much because I'm a Jewish Christian—taking away the Jewish context of the Scriptures will automatically dilute the Holiness of Yehovah in the eyes of others, and taking away (for example) that David and others always (or at least overall) ended with praising Yehovah in even the psalms that were lamentations allows for songs that "are better than a 'Hallelu Yah!'"

"Momma" Snaps At Reilly: "If I Have To Be Cold & *****y, I Will Be Cold & *****y—Do Not Kid Yourself!"

There's the bad "Momma", and then there's the "Momma" that's snapped because of her patience being tried beyond its limits—and "Momma" snapped when Reilly barked again. "Momma" made very clearly known in a cold and *****y tone that she would use the spray bottle on Reilly if Reilly barked again—and Reilly got the hint and the explanation that "[i]f ["Momma" has] to be cold & *****y, she will be cold & *****y—do not kid yourself!"

Reilly knows—or at least "Momma" hopes that Reilly knows—that "Momma" would neither abuse nor try to abuse Reilly, and "Momma" congratulates anyone whom can—depending on which scenario is theologically correct—be canonized as the patron or matron saint of pets and pet owners even while he or she living, sit at the right hand of Jesus, or do both.

"Momma", meanwhile, also knows that even Reilly is more of a saint than most humans on the planet—let alone "Momma"—and that every pet owner has had his or her bad moments, and that the bad moments are compounded both in terms of number and frequency for pet owners with issues such as mental illnesses and physical disabilities—as "Momma" all too well knows.

Besides, so to speak, bringing out the inner ***** in "Momma" is sometimes the only way that any creature—whether a human, canine, or non-human and non-canine creature—can give "Momma" air and aura of authority—after all, even the Bulldog of the Senate, for example, is known for being the same way in some respects (i.e., she's short, single, and able to command respect because of a, so to speak, powerful bark and bite—not to mention that she may be Jewish, as has been rumored for years, since dark hair is not an Ethnic Polish trait or even any kind of Slavic one).

Jordanian, Suicidally Flying Into Powerlines, And On Visas: Too Eerie Of Him Or Too Bigoted Of Me?

Either way, I can say that the NTSB, FAA, and FBI prevented another 9/11. If this kid (who was 12-14 when 9/11 happened) had that much of a grudge against his instructor, imagine what he'd've done had he survived or even gotten angry with somebody else—after all, the investigation panned out details such as the following:

"Public records show Freitekh has lived in the Chicago suburb of Orland Hills since 2013 and received a federal private pilot certificate last year. He entered the U.S. in 2012 on an M1 visa for flight school and at some point he also aquired [sic.] an F1 visa for language school, CBS News reported."

Being a peer of the for-all-intents-and-purposes suicide bomber, I can ascertain that the aerocidal student remembered—just as much as the rest of the Millennials remember—how details about how the 9/11 unfolded. After all, that the authorities allowed that the 9/11 hijackers overstayed their visas, were in flight schools, etc. never leaves one's memory.

At least this time, the authorities brought to their fronts of their minds what they allowed to occur and prevented it from occurring again—and they'll be keeping an eye on anyone like this apparent aspiring pilot, since for them to screw up 15 years later would effect a repeat in history & the "Not if, but when" that nobody wants to happen.

Somebody—Or Rather, Some Puppy—Got a Yom Kippur Miracle

One of life's ironies—or rather, paradoxes—that tempts "Momma" to be envious: soon-to-be-two-months-and-seven-years-old Reilly received a Yom Kippur miracle—which tempted "Momma", whom succumbed to the temptation, to call Reilly a "lucky little bastard". All the meanwhile, "Momma" has to limit her fasting (if she'll really fast at all; and even though she's a Jewish Christian, she'd—or at least she'd try to—fast if there was no issue with fasting) due to Wellbutrin (and Momma's never been a shomeret tzomim tovah, anyway). She also remembers that she has to find simcha in the fact that the not-at-all-obligated-to-fast Reilly and Reilly's wanting-to-get-the-sofa-moved-in "Mom-Mom" got their miracle—and "Mom-Mom" doesn't even try to fast for any reason, even for remembering that fasting happens because the Bridegroom is taken away for the time being).

The Bridegroom must really love Reilly and Reilly's "Mom-Mom"—whether He loves Reilly's "Momma", or at loves her as much as He loves Reilly and "Mom-Mom", is quite often another question—after all, Reilly gets back her window-watching spot and a sofa on which to do what puppies do on sofas (including using the sofas as ramps to window-watching spots); "Mom-Mom" gets the sofa moved into the family room by the guys whom came to measure something for her the day before (and they didn't have to move the sofa into the family room), and "Momma" gets loneliness, conflicted feelings over fasting, and other bad things—such as the incumbent-on-"Momma" obligation to explain to the guys that Reilly is a gregarious puppy whom likes to act tough as she barks like a klipeh.

Somewhat Offbeat: "Momma" Told You That Reilly's Not Well Behaved Enough To Be A Service Dog

Since an service dog would be required to be well behaved and younger than two years old, Reilly lacks the behaving nature and youth that a service dog must have. Even again using a pair of "Momma"'s underwear (yes; underwear!) as a tug-of-war and chewing today—notwithstanding that it was clean—and trying to eat a desiccant bead—albe that it was harmless, and she dropped it when she was told to drop it—automatically disqualifies Reilly from being even close to trainable for service-dog work.

If only Reilly had a more-able-to-be-authorative-than-"Momma" "Daddy", meanwhile! As "Momma" has stated, may God count loneliness for over three years—not to mention almost eight years after her first abysmal relationship ended—as enough of a fast and provide a Yom Kippur miracle to break "Momma"'s fast of loneliness—not to mention that Reilly turns two years and seven old in two weeks in terms of both Gregorian reckoning and Hebrew reckoning, since she was actually born on Second Adar 23 or 24, 5773! Besides, getting blamed for Reilly's disobedience when she was specifically told to go inside after eating "nasties" is not fun—after all, "Momma" had no chair to use as a porch railing and could not hold the leashes of Reilly and Camille—and even "Mom-Mom", whom was home yesterday due to Columbus Day, had a hard time getting going-back-into-the-backyard Reilly to come inside the house.

Incidentally, "Momma" remains jobless and unable to provide for Reilly as much as she'd like to provide for Reilly on her part—and despite that she uses LinkedIn appropriately—and she will be pleased with Reilly if Reilly's gifts of writing fodder to "Momma" lands or helps land "Momma" a job. 

Reilly As A Service Dog & In A Courtroom?!

Firstly, Reilly is not behaved enough to ever be a service dog. Secondly, she misbehaved and barked enough to cause "Momma" to flinch while "Momma" was typing just a few minutes ago—and she knows that barking is a "no-no". Thirdly, she is already two-and-a-half years old and more than old enough to be fasting on Yom Kippur if puppies could fast and had to fast—and she would be fasting if she could and were required to fast.

Finally, "Momma" would never drag barky and all-too-gregarious-for-a-courtroom Reilly into any courtroom—besides, "Momma" thankfully ended up not having to take legal action in regard to a recent violation of the ADA after all—"Momma" has nobody whom'd drive her to the courts, anyway.