Somewhat Offbeat: Well, It Happened: i.e., "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" Had A Panic Attack, And...

She couldn't stop the inappropriate barking that Reilly and Camille did right away. That she lost a scrunchie in her room panicked her enough, since the scrunchie could've been fatal to Reilly had she gotten it. Then she fell as she went to try find it, although she (thank God) fell on a box that caught her fall. She at least found it on the side of her bed where Reilly couldn't get to it after that, though the panic attack had set in by then.

That she had other matters on her mind, including that she hasn't gotten a clear answer yet re a certain matter, only exacerbated the panic attack. She therefore had lay down, and she could not stop as Reilly and Camille inappropriately barked for quite a long time and thus further exacerbated a panic attack. She even had to tip Reilly's bed gently at least once and Camille's bed gently a few times to try to get them away from the window a few times.

Reilly and Camille finally listened, and "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" talked especially to Reilly about the inappropriate barking. "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" is also lucky that her panic attack wasn't a heart attack, since her maternal grandfather died that way. Imagine, then, if the irony (or whatever it is) if Reilly helped kill the very "Momma" whom named Reilly "Reilly Rosalita" for her maternal grandfather's mother and mother grandmother, not to mention if Camille helped kill the "Auntie Nicole" whom found out that "Mimi" named inadvertently named Camille Dominique after other relatives, and that "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" ended up being right about the two namesakes causing her to have her name carved on a tombstone at a young age!

At least "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" would've gotten the last laugh, or at least an "I told you so", in death were "Auntie Michelle"/"Mimi" wrong about whether Reilly and Camille would kill her!

Excerpt From An Upcoming Book: The Ole Field Five, Plus One! (Language Warning)

Just before I began to write this, I'd been planning to write about the gang in my neighborhood whom I call "The Old Field Five". Then my sister told me about another Old Fielder whom's coming into the neighborhood (God willing). Thus (again, God willing), there's now the Ole Field Six—or at least there will be an "Ole Field Six" if "Ole Field Six" has a ring to it (and again, if God wills—and mind you, everything—whether for good or for evil—should have the "If God wills" caveat with it.)

As for the Ole Field Five being the Ole Field Five...just as I've said about everything else in this book, shit that I can't make up and other stuff—and this falls into the category of other stuff!

I won't say what neighborhood is my neighborhood (or what's my neighborhood for now, anyway—God willing, I'm making aliyah and calling another neighborhood  truly  my neighborhood someday—I as a Jew don't belong in the Diaspora, and didn't belong in the Diaspora even when I didn't know that I'm Jewish). After all, that I as a Jew, woman, and person with disabilities am vulnerable enough without the Anti-Semitic misogynists and ableists knowing where I (even temporarily) live. Besides, since all of us whom are Jews are responsible for one another and are to love our neighbors as ourselves, I as a Jew would be putting my Jewish and gentile neighbors in danger if I stated where exactly the Ole Field Five are neighbors and will have a sixth Ole Fielder as a neighbor soon.

In addition, I have especially my own Ole Fielder, Reilly Rosalita, to protect—Reilly trusts her "Momma" to not let anyone hurt her, notwithstanding that there are sadly quite a few people whom would like to hurt Reilly's "Momma" by trying to hurt Reilly—and I am well aware of how cruel people can be. I'm also aware that I have part of the legacy of a family friend named Diane to continue, since there'd be no Ole Field Five without Diane—after all, she referred us to Ole Field Farm's owner, Joyce Fleming, and she surely wouldn't anybody hurting me or Reilly, let alone any of the owners of the other Old Field Fivers (including my sister) or any of the Old Field Fivers (including Camille, my sister's Maltipoo and Reilly's once-removed cousin).

Speaking of Diane and her legacy, here's more shit that I can't make up: while she got to meet Reilly the last time that she saw us, she got to meet only Reilly during the last time that she would ever see us in this lifetime. She didn't even get to meet Camille before she died, and Camille wasn't even born until shortly before she died—Camille was born in March of 2015, and Diane died of Lou Gehrig's Disease in July of 2015.

Even shittier was the way that we found out that she'd never have a chance to meet Camille in this lifetime: someone called us to tell us that she died of ALS. What made that shitty for us was that:

1. We now understood that the last time that we saw her would be the last time that we'd ever see her in this lifetime.
2. Her last visit with us was marred for her by the fact that she was going through the final stages of ALS/Lou Gehrig's Disease, not to mention that her decline due to Lou Gehrig's Disease (about which we had no idea, despite that it was happening in front of us) was exacerbated by the distress due to the then-recent death of her brother to whom she was very close (about which we did know and which she mentioned). We didn't even know that she had Lou Gehrig's Disease in the first place, and we felt bad that we couldn't help her as her ALS and her distress over her brother's death affected her significantly!
3. She referred us to Joyce only to have her once chance to meet Reilly affected by the throes of end-stage ALS flareups!

Only God understands why He had that happen to Diane, and it nonetheless hurts. I've even said that to the owners of Camille's maternal sister Shelby (whom Diane would've also loved to have met—and they got Shelby because they wanted to get a puppy from whomever we got Reilly and Camille—and neither did she get to meet Shelby nor did they get to meet the person whom referred their own reference to Joyce in the first place. 

At least she'll get to meet Camille and Shelby at the Resurrection; and she'll get to meet:

1.  Fenway—whose owners, as far as I know, were actually the only ones whom were not referred to Joyce by Diane, anyone to whom Diane referred Joyce, or anyone whom was referred to Joyce by Diane and referred others to Joyce in turn.
2. Solo, to whose owners Shelby owner's referred to Joyce—and maybe I'll get to meet Solo then, too, since I have yet to meet him!
3. Whomever the Old Field Sixer ends up being.

Incidentally, "Ole Field Six" does seem to have a ring to it—go figure! 

"A Flying Leap Off Of Mom's Bed," As "Mimi" Describes What Camille Just Did, And Other Moments

Somebody apparently had to "go potty" (and was outside as "Auntie Nicole" began to type), and "Mimi" didn't even have to greet Camille ("...Bingo! She jumped right off!").

When she went outside, "she chased a bunny", whom was her only distraction from being able to "go potty". (As far as the bunny, "Auntie Nicole" has no idea whether it peed itself because it got scared by Camille). Meanwhile, both Camille and Reilly ate "bunny beans" (and "Auntie Nicole"/"Momma" guesses that she knows what the bunny did after all! 😉)

As far as creating earlier memorable moments, Camille decided to create two of those moments when she pawed Reilly from within her own crate earlier today and from outside of Reilly's crate yesterday. Needlessly to say, then, Camille created and helped Reilly create more colorful moments—moments that "Auntie Nicole"/"Momma" needs right now.

PS As "Momma" was just typing, Reilly was actually just staring down "Momma" until "Momma" explained that she is actually just wrapping up right now—and then Reilly began napping and waiting for "Momma" similarly to how (though in a different way than) "Momma" is (and Reilly is also) waiting for a certain someone.

By the way, "Momma" is (and in whatever way puppies can be aware of life's problems, Reilly is) aware that while "Momma"'s having her helpmate and Reilly's "Daddy" (especially if he is who "Momma" thinks that he is) in her and Reilly's life won't solve everything, it'll sure help "Momma" and "Reilly" with a lot.

(Also by the way, Reilly stared down "Momma" again! At least four times total, with one particularly long-sustained staredown, and began napping again after the last one!)

Behaving-Hypocritically Reilly 😞, And Camille The Blankie Dominator and Yogurthead

Leave to Ri to growl at Cam and—as "Auntie Michelle" observed—for being impatient at "num nums" time, and then barking like she's doing as "Momma" types and hasn't stopped since she came in from going "potty". Also leave to Ri to:

1. Give "Momma" a hard time in trying to take her "potty" prior to her walk—and not letting her get her harness and leash on her at all—and at least "Auntie Michelle" acknowledged that blaming "Momma" for Reilly's running in the opposite direction , etc., was (as "Momma" put it) "insensitive bull****"—"Momma" can't run and catch or corner Reilly!
2. Trying to chase a squirrel and eating "nasties" at an earlier time that she's going "potty"
3. Misbehaving on her walk, as "Auntie Michelle" reported

Reilly's misbehavior is disendearing and disingenuous—"Momma" gets that puppies are like toddlers, and she nonetheless knows that Reilly knows better than to inappropriately bark, eat "nasties", chase squirrels, and otherwise misbehave.

As for Camille, she was misbehaving for a bit as well—she tried to, eh, dominate her blankie as usual; and she growled at Reilly yesterday when Reilly tried to play the "Find the Toy In the Blankie" game (and Reilly continues to be afraid of Camille when Camille does that, despite that Ri has the right to keep her mind sharp by playing, too). She also was not patient in waiting for "Auntie Nicole" to drop the blankie:

Reilly finds Camille "weird".

Meanwhile, Reilly surprisingly did not lick Camille's head when some yogurt accidentally got on it—and even left a Harry Potter-scar shape. Cam tried to lick it, though, and licked whatever fell off of her head—of course, she wouldn't let "Auntie Nicole" exactly take a picture or wipe the yogurt off of her head—and she decided to wipe her itchy head on the chair covers.

PS Again, that "Momma" has a hard time managing Reilly due to her disability is part of why "Momma" needs a helpmate and a "Daddy" for Reilly—and if he is who she thinks that he is, he has to contact her, since she doesn't quite know what he wants.

"Santa" Is No Deterrent For Reilly—Or Camille

Taking advice from a friend seems to be a hit-or-miss undertaking, since "Santa's watching" seems to generally have no effect—since, for example, Camille (as "Auntie Nicole" just discovered) just went upstairs without permission again (and with "Mimi"/"Auntie Michelle" having brought Camille down, Reilly is now deciding to cause another situation and not say "Night nights" to Camille—and Camille and Reilly have to have "Mimi"/"Auntie Michelle" give them their respective lectures).

"Auntie Nicole"'s/"Momma"'s additions to "Santa's watching" also seem generally effectless. Even claims that "Santa" will put coal in Camille's and Reilly's stockings don't seem to affect either Camille or Reilly to behave.

By the way, "Auntie Nicole"/"Momma" can't claim that "Santa" will give Camille or Reilly switches and/or sticks because Camille and Reilly never experience animal cruelty (which beating a pet with a switch is) or pass up opportunities to try to eat sticks (to which "Momma" can attest, since she even had to get pieces of fake sticks from a Christmas decoration out of Reilly's mouth recently!).

 

Reilly & Camille Finally Got Their Apples & Honey, And...

The night before, Reilly wasn't as deserving of the apple slice and honey that she had—and she is very lucky that:

1. Puppies cannot fast and do not have to fast on Yom Kippur.
2.  The apple slice and honey were a belated Yom Teru'ah treat as opposed to a reward or a last-treat-before-Yom Kippur treat.
3. "Momma" considers that Reilly may've been reacting to stress at home of late.

Still, "Momma" was unpleased in having to hear "Your fur daughter made me cry" because Reilly tried to bite "Auntie Michelle" when "Auntie Michelle" was taking her downstairs to "go potty" and go back upstairs with Reilly. ("The ferocity with which she attacked me did concern me," "Auntie Michelle" adds today). Also, Reilly has tried to bite Camille before when Camille has gotten too close to "Mom-Mom" for Reilly's comfort. So, she was not going to take "Auntie Michelle"'s attempt to give "Mom-Mom" a good night kiss.

Reilly also ate "nasties" when she was outside to "go potty", and she ate "nasties" when "Aunt Michelle" took her out for a run this afternoon! Incidentally and meanwhile, "Momma" wonders what she's going to do if there ends up not a "Daddy" for Reilly—let alone any kind of miracle—let alone a Yom Kippur miracle. After all, for example, the following humiliating reminder for "Momma" that she's too physically weak to care for Reilly alone exists:

Being unable to even crawl on the floor to transport the coffee that she to drink while she watches the Presidential Debate at her computer as it livestreams.

That "Momma" couldn't even carry a coffee cup over from the kitchen to the computer desk in the family room—even with crawling and sliding the cup or carrying the cup while hanging on to objects to support her—painfully reminds her that she can't walk Reilly alone, catch her when she runs away with a "nasty" or as she runs with a toy during playtime, etc..

For all that "Momma" knows, though, maybe loneliness will count as enough of a fast for God to send her a helpmate for her and a "Daddy" to Reilly, whether soon or down the road—and whoever the "Daddy" for Reilly might be could be anyone from a total stranger to even one of the guys among guys and gals whom inspired "Momma" to write about Reilly, no matter what "Momma" thinks of the chances that any given guy would or will ever be Reilly's "Daddy".

By the way, Reilly did behave when "Auntie Michelle" took her to "peety" tonight—since Reilly can behave at least once in while, maybe there's hope of a miracle for "Momma" in terms of having a helpmate whom Reilly will know as "Daddy" (and whom Camille will know as "Uncle [Whomever]").

When "Auntie Nicole" Encouraged Bad And Smart Puppy Behavior, Etc.

Assuming that "Mom-Mom" is correct about why Camille looked out the window and barked before getting the wishbone toy at one point, Camille tricked Reilly to get her away from the wishbone toy. As "Auntie Nicole" recalls, Camille has also done this at least once before—and Maltipoos are definitely very intelligent and Camille is a ¾-Toy Poodle Maltipoo, she could very well be intelligent enough to trick Reilly like that.

Of course, "Auntie Nicole" went—through she as "Momma" apologized to Reilly before she went—and encouraged Camille with "Good puppy!" Mind you, "Auntie Nicole"/"Momma" thought about the implications of encouraging mean and seemingly-Tr**pesque behavior, although Camille has no Tr**pesque intentions or inclinations—besides, puppies of all ages are like two- to three-year-old humans, not malicious 70-year-old aspiring dictators whom deliberately make two- to three-year-old humans look mature in comparison.

By the way "Momma" and Reilly have even prayed to God for deliverance from D****d Tr**p from time to time when they say their prayers¹.

Also by the way, "Auntie Nicole" just remembered something regarding names and nicknames: "Mimi"/"Auntie Nicole" doesn't like when "Auntie Nicole"/"Momma" jokingly calls Camille "Camilla Barker-Paws", and she'll (as she did once) try a flat-falling response by calling Reilly "Reilly Palin" (at"Mom-Mom"'s suggestion). Clearly, she takes umbrage to a punny kind of nickname and follows up with an attempt to insult "Auntie Nicole"/"Momma" and Reilly by coming up with a nickname for Reilly that makes no linguistic or humoristic sense such as "Reilly Palin".

As far as "Reilly Palin" is and was concerned, by the way, Momma" even suggested that "Auntie Michelle" and "Mom-Mom" come up with something like "Reisy O'Donnell" if they were going to try to be insulting and punny, though—albe "Momma" doesn't agree with Rosie O'Donnell on most subjects—that's kind of hard when "Momma" does agree with Rosie O'Donnell about D****d Tr**p—albe for some differing reasons, as Tr**p is a RINO and Rosie O'Donnell sees him as a Republican (though this is another discussion¹).

¹And speaking of prayers, "Momma" has a quick message for a certain someone: ¡te extraño y amaría ver cómo Reily reacta a tí si (y, si Yejovah quiere, cuando) ella conocete algún día (y, si Yejovah quiere, algún día pronto)! Incidentemente, fuiste correcto con respecto a al menos algunos personas en Noticiario Fox: ojalá que pudiera que digo que no eras. Además, pudiera hablar contigo de estos temas—¡lo cual no pudeo hacer con dos paritdarias de Trump en la casa, y lo cual no pudeo hacer con Reily como puedo hacer con miembros de la raza humana! 

Somewhat Offbeat: A Milestone October 11th (And Maybe a "Yom Kippur" Miracle If "Momma"'s Lucky) & Reilly's Afternoon Antics

The October 11th of 2016 is Yom Kippur 5776 & the two-week countdown to Reilly's two-year-and-seventh-month birthday—not to mention:

1. One month after the painful 15th anniversary of 9/11—and America somehow still stands strongly.
2. One month before the 98th Anniversary of Armistice Day
3. The day that is two weeks before Reilly's 2016 seventh-month birthday being on the same day as the Fast of the Seventh Month in 5776.
4. The day that Reilly would be fasting if puppies—including adult puppies, whom are "bark mitzvahs"—could fast and would have to fast for teshuvah v'kippurim.

While puppies cannot fast and do not have to fast for any reason, let alone l'ma'an teshuvah v'kippurim, especially because of today would Reilly certainly have to fast if she had a mitzvah to be a shomeret HaYom HaKippurim! Being a single "Momma" with a disability, "Momma" certainly had no fun with Reilly's disobedience as Reilly burst out of the back door while she was taking Camille to "go potty"—Reilly, albe unintentionally, added insult to "Momma"'s injurious state in life by making "Momma" chase her around the backyard, try to get her to avoid eating "nasties" such as mulch, and putting a neighbor in a bad position as he or she was unable to help get disobedient Reilly back inside and late leaving for a family obligation as a result—not to mention that the neighbor, even though he or she has recovered from his or her recent surgery, had the surgery only about a month ago.

This is also another reminder of why "Momma" needs a "Daddy" for Reilly as both "Momma" and "Reilly" get older—besides, an as-possible-as-able man would be able to have authority over Reilly than 5'1.75"-and-afflicted-with-CP-and-Scoliosis "Momma". Granted that, for example, the main person who inspired "Momma" to write about Reilly got frustrated when "Momma" once complained about her state in her life—as he understandably viewed "Momma"'s complaining as being a pity-party schtick, as most other people view it because they don't get how hard it is for "Momma".  

Still, as "Momma" wrote in her last "Offbeat" post:

"As if "Momma" isn't in enough pain, didn't hope for a miracle on Yom Teru'ah and National Boyfriend Day, and isn't even trying to be a good "Momma" to Reilly! As if "Momma" doesn't think about herself and "Reilly" getting older while "Momma" either needs Reilly's "Daddy" to come into her life soon or might have to end up remaining an alteh moid and being another stereotypical and forced-by-life case of the ableist argument that people with disabilities don't get married because society doesn't love them!

"'Momma' hurts enough for herself and for Reilly, and feels like Daisy in The Great Gatsby did:

"'Through this twilight universe Daisy began to move again with the season...'

"["Momma"'s own "twilight universe" is mental-illness flareups that only exacerbate "Momma"'s injurious situation in life.]"

On that note, may "Momma" have a Yom Kippur miracle and have God break her forced fast known as being single with little to no hope of having a "Daddy" for Reilly unless by some miracle. Whether "Momma" will observe the tzom l'Yom Kippur, by the way, is nobody's business but her business and God's business.

By the way, Reilly came back inside after the last time that "Momma" bribed her with yogurt—and Camille got extra yogurt for being a good girl and waiting patiently inside while "Auntie Nicole" had to chase Reilly, had to admonish Reilly several times, pray to a God whom seemed to be not helping her out at quite a few points, try to bribe Reilly with multiple treats (e.g., turkey, yogurt, peanut butter), try to trick her (e.g., "Is Mom-Mom home?"; "Let's go get some salmon."), and otherwise try to get her to go back inside after she explicitly disobeyed "Momma" by bursting out into the backyard as "Momma" was trying to get out through the doorway with Camille.

Also incidentally, as Reilly turns two weeks older and perhaps more stubborn, Reilly's 2016 seventh-month birthday will be wedged right in between what would've been "Momma"'s great-granddad Czarnecki's 112th birthday and his paternal grandmother's 178th birthday—and her namesake granddaughter's 119th birthday (and if only she'd've lived to 120 years instead of died in her 51st year of Breast Cancer!), By the way, "Momma" talks to Reilly about her human family all of the time—and speaking of family, Reilly's twice-removed cousin Shelby turns a year old on October 20th! 

Forget (Well, Sort-Of Forget) "Momma"'s Day—How Was Reilly's Day?

Since "Momma" had her Gregorian birthday today and is "Auntie Michelle"'s twin, Reilly had a very-interesting day with both "Momma" turning 27 and "Auntie Michelle" taking a day off from work to celebrate her birthday. Some highlights:

1. Since "Momma" accidentally pulled the door of Reilly's crate too high up—and, thus, out of its slider—Reilly had to wait until "Momma" got the door back into the slider, and it took quite a while (and with less strength than others and exhaustion, "Momma" couldn't get it back in as quickly as possible. Also, she couldn't get the help from "Auntie Michelle" that she would've liked to get—even after she woke up, was asked to help, and could've reconsidered her "Later" excuse.).
2. Reilly and Camille did get to go upstairs and wake up "Auntie Michelle"/"Mimi"—and part of Camille's wake-up call to "Mimi" was her usual "Good morning; let me in!" scratching on the door!
3. At least "Auntie Michelle" took Reilly "potty" when "Momma" needed her to substitute to her—though "Auntie Michelle" rushed "Momma" to take Reilly "potty" after Reilly ran the bell in the first place, which gave "Momma" no time to quickly finish her coffee or put on a coat—and "Momma" needed "Auntie Michelle" to substitute after she got cold and got Reilly's extendable leash stuck around her cart.
4. Reilly, meanwhile, had to deal with "Auntie Michelle" rolling her over when she barked—and Camille had to deal with "Mimi" rolling her over as well! 
5. Since "Auntie Michelle" was home, "Mom-Mom" was able to take Reilly and Camille for a longer winter-day walk after she came home from work earlier (since she'd normally pick up "Auntie Michelle", whom is still working on learning to drive, from work and thus come home closer to when it's dark).

Meanwhile:

1. Reilly and "Momma" thank everyone for the birthday wishes for "Momma", and Reilly and "Momma" send their love to Reilly's family, friends, and fans!
2. Speaking of love, "Momma" and Reilly would've loved to get one birthday wish from someone whom'd they've hoped (or at least "Momma"'s hoped) would say something by now—and "Momma" definitely would read the birthday wish to Reilly if she got one—besides, Reilly recently celebrated her month birthday for Tevet.

"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.).

Camille Being A Literal B****, Reilly Putting "Momma" & Herself In Danger, Updates, And Still Waiting On Reilly's "Daddy"

1. Just now, Reilly sat on "Mom-Mom"'s lap—and only to literally get b**** at by Camille—Camille decided to aggressively growl and even (according to Camille's "Mimi") bite Reilly. Of course, "Mom-Mom" and "Mimi" soundly reprimanded Camille.
2. Reilly's pink extendable leash is still in the backyard with "Momma"'s cart in which it is stuck—and Reilly is very lucky that neither she nor "Momma" were hurt when the cart fell and when one of the solar lamps' lids fell onto the ground. To make a long story short, Reilly decided that not finding her "potty spot", coming when she was called, listening when she was told "No pull", or avoiding "nasties" was okay—and the only way that "Momma" got Reilly back up on the porch is by pulling on the rope of the extendable pink leash—and Reilly is also lucky that she has a harness and not a collar to which to attach her leash.
3. The paperback edition of Reilly's book is finally on Amazon!
4. In the midst of all this, meanwhile..."Momma" still has a broken-as-Hell heart. As much as Reilly is her "Momma"'s filial "Valentine", she can't be "Momma"'s overall "Valentine"—besides, as today's incident demonstrates, Reilly needs a "Daddy" whom can be a "Valentine" for "Momma" and help "Momma" reign her in a little bit—and "Momma" hasn't given up on whom she thinks might be Reilly's "Daddy" down the road if God wills.

Just When "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" Thinks That Reilly & Camille May Not Give Her Writing Fodder....

They do. For example:

1. Reilly demonstrated that treats are her price for a trick. With Reilly, Halloween would be "No trick if no treat." Not even a scritch or belly rub works at all (or at least usually).
2. Reilly and Camille gave, respectively, "Mom-Mom" and "Auntie Michelle"/"Mimi" quite the scratches today when a kid accidentally let go of his one-year-old Golden Retriever's leash and thus affected Reilly and Camille to freak out over a very-playful and much-bigger-than-them puppy. Understandably, the Golden Retriever freaked out in return and affected "Mom-Mom" and "Auntie Michelle"/"Mimi" to have to pick up Reilly and Camille quickly.
3. Reilly barked and set off "Momma"'s myoclonus again right before she and Camille went upstairs for their evening nap. Despite that "Auntie Michelle" doesn't like "Momma" saying so, Reilly is going to kill "Momma" someday unless "Momma" has someone to be a helpmate to her in general and to help her out with being a "Momma" to Reilly.
4. Camille just ran upstairs without "Mimi"'s and "Mom-Mom"'s permission a while agp because Camille really wanted to take her evening nap.

A Reminder Of Why Reilly Needs a "Daddy": "Auntie Michelle" Could've Left Reilly And "Momma" To Die!

To make a long story short, I will say that "Auntie Michelle" somehow caused "Mom-Mom" to have to open windows and turn on fans just to get the life-threatening smell out of the kitchen—needlessly to say, that life-threatening smell still lingers as I type! While the life-threatening smell occurred, poor Reilly—who already hates the oven light for whatever reason, and hates smoke because of an incident in which "Momma" burned quite a bit of her own hair and left cheek!—had to be taken outside onto the back porch by "Mom Mom" to be calmed down, and even taken upstairs to be comforted by "Auntie Michelle"!

As for Camille, she had to be put on short-of-breath, fatigued, and headachy "Auntie Nicole"'s lap, and was even shaking at one point. "Auntie Nicole"—who's "Momma" to Reilly—can only imagine what'd've happened had the house caught fire, meanwhile.

On a lighter note, Camille—whose sister Shelby lives in the neighborhood—was happy to sniff Shelby when "Auntie Nicole" came her back from walk and had seen Camille's just-having-come-from-vacation sister—whom, like Camille, looks like she's limping when she runs toward someone, although she and Camille just have a unique little run. From what I'm told, Camille also would go up to Shelby's house and whimper every time that she, "Mimi" (who's "Auntie Michelle" to Reilly), and "Mom-Mom" would pass Shelby's house on every walk during the entire vacation week!

This, by the way, is also part of why "Reilly" needs a "Daddy"—"Momma" wants to be able to take Reilly on walks and enjoy those kinds of moments with her, and "Momma"'s Cerebral Palsy makes walking Reilly alone impossible. By the way, Reilly—if nobody or nothing else—would hopefully be incentive for somebody to be and stay with "Momma".

In the meantime, "Momma" is keeping an eye out for whomever could, would, and (God willing) be Reilly's "Daddy".

Like Stealing Food From A Puppy...Oh; Wait. And An Incidental Note

After Reilly and Camille had their evening "num nums", enough wet food for them to have a little extra food (or dessert or whatever one wants to call the leftover food) was left in the recently-opened can. As happens at every other time when a new can's been opened and someone has to put away the food that wasn't served, then, whoever put the unserved food in a jar to refrigerate it gave the last little bits of food from the can to them—and the "whoever" this time was "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole"—and this time's whoever had to eventually block her "dogter" from attempting to take her furniece's share of the food from the furniece (including by trying to block the furniece, whom had to try to counterblock the "dogter").

About three separate times, "Auntie Nicole"/"Momma" had to take the spoon with the wet food on it from Camille to keep it out of Reilly's covetous reach, especially since Reilly wouldn't remain sitting and let Camille have her portion of the extra "num nums"—and of course, leave Reilly to get "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" into trouble with "Mom-Mom" for not just giving Camille her fair share of the extra "num nums"!

"Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" finally had to have Reilly sit and put her hand on Reilly's back to have her remain sitting while Camille got her extra share of the "num nums".

Just like Reilly to get "Momma" into trouble, like stealing food from a puppy...oh wait,,,,well, by trying to steal food from another puppy—for as much as Reilly is a lovable brat, Reilly is a brat; and for as much as she is a brat, she is a lovable brat!




PS "Momma" and Reilly (at least try to) never forget to pray for everyone, especially for whomever "Momma"'s helpmate and Reilly's "Daddy" is (especially if he is whom "Momma" thinks that he is), every day—please don't think that "Momma" doesn't care about anybody else, and nobody has to doubt that Reilly (who even gets jealous for everyone's attention!) cares for everyone!

Overwhelmed On Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving was going peacefully until the oven gave off a tiny smell of smoke from being cleaned. The sequence:

1. "Mom-Mom" thought that Reilly saw and sniffed something outside.
2. "Momma" then thought that Reilly wanted to play with "Mom-Mom".
3. Then "Momma" figured out that Reilly was afraid of the smokey smell—"Mom-Mom" agreed with "Momma".
4. "Auntie Michelle" had to take Reilly upstairs—and off of "Momma"'s lap—for a few moments—though not before Camille gave Reilly a kiss and comforted her.
5. "Auntie Nicole" held Camille on her lap until "Mimi" came back.
6. "Mom-Mom" gave Reilly a calming treat and tried to comfort her.
7. Nothing but massages from "Auntie Michelle" have worked for Reilly—even being on "Momma"'s lap and anti-anxiety music haven't worked.
8. Camille is wondering what's happening.
9. "Auntie Michelle" now is rocking Reilly like one would rock a human baby—and actually holding Reilly over one arm is working best, and "as Auntie Michelle" is taking Reilly upstairs to fully calm her.
10. Camille is looking to the hallway and turning to look at "Mom-Mom" to try to figure out what's up with Reilly, and "Mom-Mom" is reassuring Camille that "[Reilly's] okay."

"Will Bite For Belly Rubs & Growl At the Jumping Foodie", And a Hanukkah & Christmas Gift For Reilly?

When "Auntie Michelle"/"Mimi" sent Reilly and Camille up to greet "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole", an insistent-on-continuous-belly-rubs Reilly growled at "Auntie Michelle" after she told her that it was time to go back downstairs—or actually, per "Auntie Michelle", she growled at and tried to bite her "auntie" as she picked her up off of the bed to carry her back downstairs.

Does this sound similar—á la Camille, perhaps? Besides, Reilly and Camille pick up habits from each other. Speaking of habits, by the way, Reilly decided that she'd had enough of one Camille's habits—and "Momma" again misinterpreted an incident. Instead of being jealous that Camille was being picked up by "Auntie Michelle" while they were waiting for "num nums", Reilly was talking to Camille and being glad that "Auntie Michelle" stopped her from impatiently jumping on "Mom-Mom".

As for the Hanukkah and Christmas gift: "Momma" double checked to see if there was an insert in the card—there wasn't any, as "Auntie Michelle" and "Mom-Mom" assured "Momma". Could the card be a sign or a hint that both "Momma" and Reilly will be honored this Hanukkah and Christmas—that is, honored to have Reilly's "Daddy" and "Momma"'s helpmate in their lives? Especially if "Momma" and Reilly have to flee to Canada or can make aliyah before January 20th, having Reilly's "Daddy" and "Momma"'s helpmate in their lives would really—obviously—help.

Camille's Pre-UTI Inflammation Or Early UTI Infection, Mental Illness, Etc.

Somehow, my phone ended up sending Facebook-status updates to the wrong page. Nonetheless, this does eventually give me the opportunity to bring up the conversation as to how pets such as my sister's puppy, Camille, can affect the mental health of their human family members—such as my sister and me—for good and—albe inadvertently—for bad.

Like my sister, I have OCD/Anxiety; and let's just say that, that exacerbated our dread when Camille ended up at the emergency vet due to a fever and pre-UTI inflammation or a UTI infection. For many (if not most) people with OCD/Anxiety, this is the case: that is, dreads that are understandable and normal become exacerbated, and the exacerbation affects an OCD/Anxiety. Thus, an OCD/Anxiety-Exacerbated Dread cycle began when Camille ended up at the emergency vet.

There have also been other mental illness-exacerbation cycles regarding events ad other matters that involve Camille and Reilly (my puppy), and I imagine that this is nothing surprising to other pet owners whom also have mental illnesses. I imagine that this is also nothing surprising to those whom've read what I've specifically written about or otherwise mention in regard to those matters—not to mention that I feel absolutely judged (and know that I've been judged) for writing about those matters (Don't think that I'm not aware of that when, e.g., I lose friends on Facebook and followers on Twitter for writing about those matters and sharing my writing—what you think of me online reflects exactly what you think of me offline, as the Internet is merely technology that you use and not the reason for how you act offline and online).

Am I going to lie, though, when, for example:

1. I overslept quite a bit during Reilly's first year due to a Depression flareup? I was very lucky that Reilly needed up to 20 hours of sleep per day during that amount of time, meanwhile.
2. I have been unfairly judged by my mother and even my sister, whom have said that I shouldn't own a pet if I can't take care of her or him due to how my mental illnesses affect me? (By the way, "[Y]ou shouldn't own a pet if you can't take care of her or him" is a common canardic trope that is used against people with mental illnesses and other people with disabilities—not to mention people like me whom have both mental illnesses and other disabilities.). They (like others) could be a little more understanding and helpful instead of unempathetically judgemental.
3. The mental illnesses that I have effect energy drains that affect me to not be the best "Momma" to Reilly and "Auntie" to Camille?
4. The guilt that I feel for not being the best "Momma" to Reilly and "Auntie" to Camille affects my Bruxism to flare up (as it's affecting it to flare up as I type)? By the way, I inherited every single one of my mental illnesses (including OCD/Anxiety) from my father, whom also has Bruxism.
5. There are actually matters about which I've not written (including which I didn't mention before writing this blog entry), such as OCD/Anxiety flareups when I'm making cards with pictures of Reilly and Camille? Because of the OCD/Anxiety flareups, making those cards can take quite a bit of time. For example (and this is where I feel judged already again), I often hit the "Undo" or "Delete" button when making those cards because what if, for example and God forbid. I'm using colors that look like colors that hate groups use (I try to avoid using certain colors because of that.) or drawing a shofar with shapes and end up using it on the card, anyway, because I can't correct the part of it that looks like a butt when at least one of the shapes is unfilled or outlined? Am I actually being irreverent and is my motive actually to be irreverent, even by typing this? Also, I avoided using "objects such a shofar with shapes" because I don't want to sound like my Anti-Semitic ex pastor whom called the Ark Of the Covenant a "piece of furniture" by calling a shofar an object.

Incidentally, my memory-affecting ADD also flared up as I was writing. For instance, I forgot for quite a few seconds what I was intending to Google when I (and for a moment just now, I forgot that I wanted to type "intending to Google when I") went to Google "Bruxism"? As for when my ADD flares up in regards to immediate matters regarding Reilly, instances of my ADD flaring up are when I forget that I was going to put on her harness and leash or give her a treat.

Meanwhile, Camille is healing from the pre-UTI inflammation or early UTI infection—and (though I don't mean to sound flippant) excuse me if part of her pre-UTI inflammation or early UTI infection was due to not taking her to "go potty" as often as it seems like I could, as my energy is frequently drained. Besides, Camille doesn't always immediately ring the bell when she needs to "go potty", and I don't know if she needs to "go potty" until she rings that bell or indicates that she needs to get out of her crate during naptime to ring the bell.

"Mimi" Can't Dance, Camille Thinks

When "Mimi"/"Auntie Michelle" was dancing to her phone alarm just to see how Camille and Reilly would react, they—and especially Camille, according to "Mimi"/"Auntie Michelle—gave her a "What's going on?" look. When "Mimi"/"Auntie Michelle" danced to the alarm a second time and asked "Auntie Nicole"/"Momma" to watch how Camille and Reilly reacted, Camille ended up giving "Auntie Nicole" a look like one would in the movies—that "What's going on with her?"/"What is she doing?"/"What do you think about this?"/"Is she okay?" look—of which "Momma" should've taken a picture, although not every moment has to be (or, in some cases) captured in pictures, videos, or other photographic and videographic media.

In any case, Camille provided comic relief in tough times—times in which, for example, Anti-Semitic Julian Assange is seen as legitimate—and as "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" has said:

For her own part, ...in fact, Reilly [and Camille are] a part of why "Momma"[/"Auntie Nicole"] is still alive. 

This remains one of "Momma"'s favorite pictures.

 How much "Momma" and Reilly will be alive, though, is questionable—after all, "Momma" certainly couldn't make it (at least out in one piece), let alone if anything ever happened to Reilly. If God doesn't deliver "Momma", "Reilly", and everyone else from Trump and worse, at least "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" will have had some final days to "rejoice, and to get pleasure so long as they live" in moments such as when Reilly and Camille provide comic relief.

A Quick Update On Reilly & Camille

The "gwirls" are doing well and are back to normal. In fact:

1. Both Reilly and Camille were back to normal within a day, and Reilly was back to normal within 12-18 hours!
2. Both Reilly and Camille are their lovably-bratty and brattily-lovable selves.
3. Both Reilly and Camille freaked out with the groundhog being back—in fact, Camille was scared of it when she went to try to "go potty" the night after the dental cleaning, and Reilly wanted to chase it yesterday!
4. Reilly is back to her jealous self—she even zoomed into the family room at the right side of the couch and did a dominance show on Camille when Camille went to say "Hi!" to someone! It was surreal—like she was in a commercial or a movie, or a video game!
5. Poor Reilly has to deal with "Momma", although (for good and bad) she tolerates her!

Offbeat: Yom Teru'ah For Reilly And Camille, And #NationalBoyfriendDay

Ha! Doesn't "Momma" wish for at least Reilly's sake that Reilly had a "Daddy"? May Yehovah (im yirtzeh Yehovah) provide a Yom Teru'ah miracle for Yom Teru'ah and within the beginning of October, and for #NationalBoyfriendDay—after all, the Seventh Month of 5776, and the 10th month of the Gregorian year and "Momma"'s 26th year just begun. Also, Reilly's going to be two years and seven months old on October 25th—both "Momma" and Reilly are getting only older, and "Momma" has lived almost a third of her life expectancy (which is 83, which she calculated yesterday) while Reilly has lived about 17% of a normal Maltipoo's maximum life expectancy (which is 15 years), although—im yirtzeh Yehovah—"Momma" will try to get Reilly to live at least until "Momma" is 60 (at which age, Biblically speaking, she could be expected to be a widow at minimum) and Reilly is 34—since Reilly does eat almost-exclusively organic and natural food and treats, gets regular exercise, etc.—although Reilly may not be able to even eat or get exercise if "Momma" is left single and unable to go anywhere. Besides, "Momma" can't live with "Mom-Mom" forever—and "Momma" thinks about all of this quite frequently for both her sake and Reilly's sake.

As for Yom Teru'ah, meanwhile:

1. Camille did not like the shofar sounds at first—and "Auntie Nicole" will, i"y"Y, post videos of Camille's reaction to the shofar sounds later.
2. Camille and Reilly did enjoy some honey for the night of Yom Teru'ah—today, i"y"Y, they will each get an apple piece and honey (Don't tell "Mom-Mom"!)
3. Yom Teru'ah has sadly been quiet and not as much of a yom l'simcha for Reilly or Cam, or for anybody else—life has been rough for a while. 

Reilly and "Momma" wish everyone a Teru'ah Tovah, by the way.