A Thankful Woman's Journey...

Cheyene has had a long haul with illnesses, grief and socialization since Dakota died.  She is a trooper and dispels the myth everyday that you can not teach an old dog new tricks.  She has taught me the meaning of unconditional love and that the quality of real love can not be measured by the size of the package.

We are in the Vet's again.  It has taken three hours to get serviced,  What was I THINKING?   Monday's are never good days to see the Vet.

Many years ago, my father told me that his grandfather was from France. This story was passed around for decades. This morning, my brother Frank and I once again had this discussion. After doing research on the Internet, I came up blank. Last resort was to join Ancestry.com. Behold...records from 1930 censors list Johnny Pollard's father place of birth as France.