My niece asked me yesterday to settle an argument over what breed of dog Hero is.  All I can give her is the vet's guess---half chihuahua and half papillon.

Hero is a rescue--so short of a DNA spit test off the WWW--we will never really know his ancestry.

What I do know is that he has the thicker hair (especially in the winter) around his neck and his ears are always at attention when I am talking to him or he is on a mission (such as running away).  The dislike of cold weather and trembling when out of his comfort zone comes from his South of the Border ancestors.

My brother has taken up my mother's quest of searching for our family tree.  My mother traced her "people" back to the Mayflower and good old Pilgrim Doty and those Scot-Irish ancestors who preceded him.  My brother--NEVER to be outdone has taken up the search of our paternal side.  At last report, he was back to merchants/accountants from England on the James side.  IMAGINE---a James coming from England--some things seem rather obvious to me.  Older brother is not one to leave any stone unturned and has engaged the services of an "expert".  WHY?  I have no idea, but he seems fascinated with our blood line.

The latest twist on the internet is to send in a saliva sample to have your DNA analyzed.  SOMEONE is making a fortune off this and listen to the above warning!  NOT that I would EVER be a Nay Sayer.

Personally I am more interested in where my crazies came from.  Why am I who I am?  The questions I have asked have nothing to do with blood line and a lot to do with personality types.  I need to understand the why's of my life--why I react the way I do--why I have made the choices I have--why --why--why.  

The truth of it all is that we are a factor of all these and more--including our environment.  Hero is a walking example of ancestry and crazy and environment.  Some inherited traits and some developed along the way as he has lived his life.  Bottom line--Hero is still Hero!

There are two truths I hold to fiercely--

I am a child of the One True God--He has called me His own--Nothing can jerk me from His grasp.

No matter how crazy I may act or react--it is all redeemable in His eyes.  God is in the business of redemption.

I am a wonderful intricate individual creation of God Almighty AND He loves me--exactly as I am--no matter what my gene pool or my crazies--He loves me.

But now thus says the Lord, he who created you, O Jacob,
 he who formed you, O Israel: “Fear not, for I have redeemed you; 
I have called you by name, you are mine.
Isaiah 43:1


  1. Here in the UK we have on TV organisations that will search for your ancetors for you. They don't dig too deep. Mostly six feet down at the most.

    You can send some saliva in a tube and they check your DNA too and tell you your ancestry. I tried them and they told be I come from a long line of boxers; except a distant uncle who was a dalmatian. I had sent them the dog's saliva.

    They told me a nice story about one of my uncles who was a farmer and had a three-legged pig called Tripod. Apparently they loved the pig so much that he was like a pet rather than a farm animal. That's why they ate him a bit at a time!

    I once traced my family tree as far back as when my family lived in it. It was full of nuts!

    God bless.

  2. “Tripod”- laughed right out loud on that one. As for the tree full of nuts, we all live in a forest of nut trees!!
    Blessings, My Friend!

  3. Sounds to me your family has a lot of competition, lol. I love tracing ones family tree, perhaps that is a reason why I am a history major/nut. Have a beautiful day, friend and for petes sake, leave poor Hero alone, ROFL. lol

    1. Waiting for the thermometer to get to 20 so I can take him for his walk. Don’t feel too sorry for him- currently he is in my lap ( the ultimate lap dog) sleeping.
      Competitive- not really - a long line of OCD driving us to not stop until we’re back to Adam & Eve😝
      Blessings, My Friend!

  4. Yes, no matter what our ancestry, we are first and foremost children of God. Isn't that enough?
    Blessings, Loralu!

    1. It is ALWAYS more than enough!
      Blessings, Martha!


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