For #WoofWednesday As Well: Tuesday Livestream With A Freshly-Groomed Maltipoo Named Reilly

And Without Revealing Reilly's New Look In the Beginning....



Or if you want the surprise spoiled, here's a set of #MaltipooMonday and #MemoryMonday photos (including Reilly the Paw-Poo(dle)-shka!):

#FluffyFriday: Reilly the Really-Gregarious Pup, and Winter Wishes From the Aforementioned Really-Gregarious Pup

PS Reilly's and Camille's snow-day book can be found at Amazon! 

#StreamingSaturday: Reilly "Knows What She Wants When And Why" Czarnecki

PS Yes, the scratches are still there. They don't hurt like they did before, though (Reilly hates sitting on "Momma"'s lap for livestreams!).

#MaltipooMonday: How 2020 Started Off For Reilly, Etc..

And, yes, Reilly is a proud MaltiJew even when she's too sleepy to give "Momma" kisses to acknowledge her Yiddishkeit.

#FluffyFriday & #FunnyFriday: A Serious PSA With Humor, Courtesy Of Reilly Rosalita the Maltipoo

No es Dos Equis—¡no obstante, beba responsablemente!

Commentary: I Almost Died This Weekend (Don't Let Anyone Convince You Otherwise!); So...

Three lessons:

1. As a family friend pointed out, I need to gradually withdraw from caffeine days before the surgery next time.
2. "I will not die; but I will live to tell what Yehovah has done": Interpretation Two happened. i.e., I had severe complications, though I did indeed live. (The other three interpretations: live without complications; die physically and at least be in Heaven, and live at the Resurrection; and die physically and at least be in Heaven, and live at the Resurrection as well as perhaps so-to-speak live through whatever writings of mine, etc. others discover after I die.).
3. There are people whom will take the low-enough action of unfollowing a person on Twitter just because he or she hasn't tweeted in a day, even despite that he or she made clear that he or she was having a surgery! Of course, I have to wonder how those people treat their loved ones and others will illnesses both online and offline!

Meanwhile, here's the long story short regarding how I almost died (and relearned to never assume that any surgery, including a Baclofen Pump-replacement surgery, will be successful without complications as well as to never take life for granted):

After coming out of anesthesia successfully, I gradually had an onset of severe caffeine withdrawal. The withdrawal, from what I understand and experienced myself, totaled 10 hours (I thought that it was way less before I was told otherwise! Anyway, I had 10 hours) of life-threatening headaches, vomiting (including throwing up coffee), and near-fainting dizziness due to a caffeine headache that was resolved by a caffeine IV (and then I held down coffee!) and caffeine pills (Irony!). 

I was held back for almost two days, having not come home (away from home) until Sunday (and I was scheduled to come home on Saturday morning, and was anticipated to come home perhaps even on Friday afternoon!). As for the present, at least I'm home (away from home [L'shanah haba'ah b'Yerushalayim, 'im yirtzeh Yehovah!]) and recovering step by step.

I'm also learning and relearning to never take life or uncomplicated success in surgery or recovery for granted, and I'm advising others to learn and relearn from someone whom almost died (namely, me) to never take life or uncomplicated success in surgery or recovery for granted!

#ThrowbackThursday & #ThursdayThoughts: How Reilly Saved Her "Momma" From Dying Due to Depression in 2014

If I, Reilly's "Momma", have never really talked about my major Depression flareup in 2014, I will now (and ironically so as patient Reilly waits for her night-owl "Momma"ⁱ, though she did ring the back door bell and paw at the hallway gate a few times to indicate that she wanted to go to bed). Without going into too much detail (and ironically in this instance as well, as I said that I'd talk about the Depression flareup), I'll say this: Reilly (or rather, God through Reilly) literally saved me from dying from starvation due to oversleeping that was caused by the Depression flareup, with the flareup being caused by a relative—"A"—of a former friend of one of my relatives—with whom I understandably disagreed on an issue into which I will not delve here, and "A" was upset that I would dare to talk about it.

I would name exactly who "A" is and state what the issue was if I were not afraid of what she and some of her associates could do to me. After all, "A" took her hatefulness as far as to stalk me on my blog (Trust me when I use the word "stalk", as her visits were constant, obsessive, and within minutes of each other)—and using Feedjit at the time, I could tell that it was her because of the area that Feedjit listed as where the visitor of the blog was roughly located—and to stalk me on LinkedIn—to stalk me on LinkedIn, to try to intimidate me, and she knew that I could see that it was her! She didn't even try to set it to "Private Mode"; and as far as Feedjit, she may have even known that I was using that and could see the statistics! Needlessly to say, I quickly spiraled into a severe Depression flareup which caused to oversleep, which caused me to obviously not eat like I should—since I obviously wouldn't get what nutrition I needed if I slept too much and thus ate too little because I was sleeping when I should've been eating (Besides, oversleeping can have other disastrous effects.).

I was very blessed, then, that Reilly gave me a reason to be here. I was also blessed that she needed up to 20 hours of sleep in her first year. By the way, this is part of why I criticize the militant "Adopt; Don't Shop" types and those whom are more than eagerly quick to demonize surrenders of pets to shelters. As I stated in a recent Facebook comment:

"I feel bad for [a pup that was surrended] and her former owner. At least she seems to be adjusting. It probably broke his heart to have to surrender her. I'd kill myself before surrendering Reilly if I ever had to do so--the self-righteous judgement that I would receive would be too much to bear in addition to the pain of having to give her up. May I never have to surrender one of my reasons for being here--and she saved me from a bad Depression flareup once. Without her, I'd've overslept and starved to death."

Reilly in an Autumn 2019 portrait

ⁱAnd yes, night owlism can come with and mutually contribute to Depression

Read The Post And Then My Comment On It, And Then You'll See What's Between the Lines

In other words, Hillcrest Veterinary Hospital doesn't care about people, let alone pet owners, or pets with disabilities (and neither does "People", apparently, which is a damned shame).

PS I absolutely let Hillcrest have it, too. By the way, I used the example in re people with Epilepsy because my maternal grandmother (ז״ל) had Epilepsy and seizures because of it, one of which I witnessed.

PPS I urge you boycott Hillcrest Veterinary Hospital, especially if you have disabilities and all the more so have service (including emotional-support) animals. Hillcrest seems more than happy to call you a coward if you ever (ח״׀״ס) have to have a service animal put down and cannot stay in the room.

For World Smile and Teachers Days...

#ThursdayThoughts: Photoshoots For Awareness (With A Haiku For #NationalPoetryDay)

For Breast Cancer Awareness Month (and a dentastick), Reilly (albe reluctantly) cooperated to wear a very-dark-pink ribbon to raise awareness (and yes, she was sleepy and yawned once).





For Hereditary Breast and Ovarian Cancer Week, which is from September 30th-October 6th (Reilly didn't like the "Flash" setting that "Momma" tested, by the way.).

(Besides, "Momma" was literally shaking even on the floor when she was laying down trying to try to pink and blue bow onto the pink and blue collar. You try kneeling in front of the couch and tying the bow for about an hour before having to lay down to try it after your arms and hands get tired because of Cerebral Palsy. You will shake, and anyone decent would encourage you to do that photoshoot with your puppy for whom you tied the bow. OCD/Anxiety does not help, by the way.).








For Mental Illness Awareness Week, which is October 7th-13th, since quite a few mental-illness-awareness ribbons either are orange or are partially orange.

PS For #NationalPoetryDay, an extend haiku:

Helping "Momma" raise

Awareness is the fluffball

That everyone knows

As the Reilly Rosalita

Who loves all people

And wants them to be healthy

As well as help those

Whom need a little more help

Than other people...

Even if only to have

As many people

Around as is possible

To give her scritches

And all of the belly rubs

In the whole wide world 😉

(Everyone knows that Reilly's

(Not really the kind

(To love people only for

(What they can give her)