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05 January 2017
CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS into THREE KINGS
I'm lucky to live in a place where Christmas continues on for a few more days, through the feast of the Three Kings (or Wise men or Magi or Magicians or Astrologers) on January 6th, when these men, likely merchants who traveled the trade routes around the Mediterranean, followed a bright star in the sky that lead them to finding the baby Jesus and presenting their finest gifts. This means that many of my neighbors of the Eastern churches still have their holiday lights up outside and inside. So while others have thrown their live spent trees out for pick up to be turned (sans fake snow or flocking) into wood chips, I've kept mine up because of the children nearby who expect these lights to help their slightly delayed gifts arrive to the right homes.
It's been raining and the weather people say this is the wettest season in years, and that's a good thing because of the terrible drought we've been having. But I lived in Southern California for years without using an air conditioner or a heater, and the leaves changing color and falling from the trees is rather new too. My fairy lights have continued to twinkle in the dark and the rain, and I think they are safe, because I took care to wrap the electrical connections in plastic.
This year I met some Russians and Armenians, as well as Ukrainians, who are celebrating their traditional Christmas season, and who have not been here long enough to know that what they are experiencing is exceptional weather for Southern California. Coming from colder climates they seem quite happy for the relief of too high temperatures and dryness that characterized another rather insufferable summer. Also, they are quite happy when they go out of the city to smaller towns that are not so expensive, congested, or where the crime is so high. I completely understand.
For the first time in years, I decided to bake gifts. I toyed with a few recipes to make them my own and the results were quite pleasing. I hand delivered on the Winter solstice.
My dog is also very into the holidays. I'm sure that the smells of the earth and the leaves have changed as they became wet and fell and those trees waiting pick up have been interesting for her to do her business near too. My precious little one, who likes to stay under the warm covers when its cold outside! She is such a California girl that she does not know how to deal with the rain and thunder scares her. I get her out onto the front lawn, but she wants to make it fast, and run back into the house!
The Rose Bowl Parade is interesting to me (while football is not) because of all the creativity and hard work involved. I must say it was great fun to see that Lucy Pet Foundation surfing dogs float! What a talented surfer that one bulldog was, in particular.
So, slowly, I am gearing up for another year of challenging and rewarding genealogy research, so very slowly, for I too like to spend some extra hours under warm covers when it's cold and wet outside. I watched some films that I think would be of interest to my readers as well, so I think I'll start out this year's ANCESTRY GENEALOGY BLOG by covering some of them.
Happy New Year 2017!
It's been raining and the weather people say this is the wettest season in years, and that's a good thing because of the terrible drought we've been having. But I lived in Southern California for years without using an air conditioner or a heater, and the leaves changing color and falling from the trees is rather new too. My fairy lights have continued to twinkle in the dark and the rain, and I think they are safe, because I took care to wrap the electrical connections in plastic.
This year I met some Russians and Armenians, as well as Ukrainians, who are celebrating their traditional Christmas season, and who have not been here long enough to know that what they are experiencing is exceptional weather for Southern California. Coming from colder climates they seem quite happy for the relief of too high temperatures and dryness that characterized another rather insufferable summer. Also, they are quite happy when they go out of the city to smaller towns that are not so expensive, congested, or where the crime is so high. I completely understand.
For the first time in years, I decided to bake gifts. I toyed with a few recipes to make them my own and the results were quite pleasing. I hand delivered on the Winter solstice.
My dog is also very into the holidays. I'm sure that the smells of the earth and the leaves have changed as they became wet and fell and those trees waiting pick up have been interesting for her to do her business near too. My precious little one, who likes to stay under the warm covers when its cold outside! She is such a California girl that she does not know how to deal with the rain and thunder scares her. I get her out onto the front lawn, but she wants to make it fast, and run back into the house!
The Rose Bowl Parade is interesting to me (while football is not) because of all the creativity and hard work involved. I must say it was great fun to see that Lucy Pet Foundation surfing dogs float! What a talented surfer that one bulldog was, in particular.
So, slowly, I am gearing up for another year of challenging and rewarding genealogy research, so very slowly, for I too like to spend some extra hours under warm covers when it's cold and wet outside. I watched some films that I think would be of interest to my readers as well, so I think I'll start out this year's ANCESTRY GENEALOGY BLOG by covering some of them.
Happy New Year 2017!
28 October 2016
ARE DOG'S REINCARNATED PEOPLE? LESSONS OF LOYALTY
This may seem like an odd topic for ANCESTRY WORSHIP GENEALOGY, but as my more frequent readers know, I combine professional level genealogy research with a vivid interest in the human family and human beingness - DNA, early migrations of our ancestors, ethnicity, historical and cultural studies, some archeology, and the spiritual aspects of life, including theories about genetic memory (sometimes called cell memory), and reincarnation. I ask, could it be that a person, when discovering an ancestor, is actually discovering themselves - in a past life?
This week I encountered two individuals while out walking my dog who had interesting things to say about dogs and reincarnation. (The term transmutation is correct when saying that a person has incarnated from an animal to human life (usually seen as progress), or when a person next incarnated into an animal (usually seen as a demotion) but the term reincarnation is used more to describe any repeats of life on earth.) Much of the world has long believed in reincarnation, and some Christians do, though usually, in Catholicism and most versions of main stream Christianity, we learn that this one life is it. We have one chance to prove ourselves worthy of eternal heaven as an afterlife. Or, we wait after death for a resurrection by God.
I was walking my dog in the park when I saw a man up ahead wearing the rolled white head dress of a Siik. I couldn't help but stop and talk to him. He was pushing a fancy cart that contained not only his bright-eyed Chihuahua, who sure did seem to be enjoying being up front for the ride, and his beautiful toddler, who clearly loved her dog. He told me that a friend of his was told by their guru that his dog was, in the last life, his partner, but that she had been reincarnated into this dog to learn the lesson of loyalty!
Certainly some pet dogs seem to be all about that, especially the ones that make the news for walking a thousand miles and somehow finding the family that left them behind when they moved, or the ones who sit on a person's grave and don't want to give up on them even though it's been a while.
Then, my dog and I stopped at a corner store where a few of the employees are from India, and I tied her up on the door since I didn't want to take her inside against their rules. One of the clerks and I got to talking about dogs and I told him mine was such a person. He said he was a Buddhist, and incarnation into a dog was definitely a punishment.
My dog, I tell everyone, is most certainly feminine, not only because that her sex, but also her gender. I give, as examples, her love of baths, her love of being dressed in clothes, wanting to smell and look pretty, as well as the way she has taken to pretending to be not interested at all when males approach her. She has developed very specific taste, preferring males who are well past puppyhood, who are about her size, and who are usually poodles or part poodles! One of these males lives across the way and high up on a balcony and I've seen them lock eyes - like Romeo and Juliet. However, I've seen her and a large young male fall in love with each other at first sight - not wanting to pass each other but stay put. I've seen more than one male pup, at the sight of her, take in a deep breath and stare. (In a month or two, when they've been there, done that, they get over it.)
Many people who have rescued dogs from shelters have stories about the DOG PICKING THEM. I do think my dog picked me, though I don't have any strong feelings about her having been in my past life or lives. I do hope, however, that I will be someday reunited with her in heaven, that she will be waiting for me when I get there, hopefully, and, full confession here, sometimes I do call her "daughter!"
Because many people who have pets these days see them as, perhaps not human, but as sentient beings, the relationship has changed for those people and those dogs. There are still wild dogs, dogs who help people herd or hunt, dogs who people eat, dogs who people steal and sell for medical experiments, dogs who are terribly abused, dogs who stay outside their entire lives and never have a comfortable bed, and then there are dogs like mine, who is right now, all curled up in a swirl of old blankets. I can only hope her previous owners were good to her! She is not spoiled. She is a survivor.
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This week I encountered two individuals while out walking my dog who had interesting things to say about dogs and reincarnation. (The term transmutation is correct when saying that a person has incarnated from an animal to human life (usually seen as progress), or when a person next incarnated into an animal (usually seen as a demotion) but the term reincarnation is used more to describe any repeats of life on earth.) Much of the world has long believed in reincarnation, and some Christians do, though usually, in Catholicism and most versions of main stream Christianity, we learn that this one life is it. We have one chance to prove ourselves worthy of eternal heaven as an afterlife. Or, we wait after death for a resurrection by God.
I was walking my dog in the park when I saw a man up ahead wearing the rolled white head dress of a Siik. I couldn't help but stop and talk to him. He was pushing a fancy cart that contained not only his bright-eyed Chihuahua, who sure did seem to be enjoying being up front for the ride, and his beautiful toddler, who clearly loved her dog. He told me that a friend of his was told by their guru that his dog was, in the last life, his partner, but that she had been reincarnated into this dog to learn the lesson of loyalty!
Certainly some pet dogs seem to be all about that, especially the ones that make the news for walking a thousand miles and somehow finding the family that left them behind when they moved, or the ones who sit on a person's grave and don't want to give up on them even though it's been a while.
Then, my dog and I stopped at a corner store where a few of the employees are from India, and I tied her up on the door since I didn't want to take her inside against their rules. One of the clerks and I got to talking about dogs and I told him mine was such a person. He said he was a Buddhist, and incarnation into a dog was definitely a punishment.
My dog, I tell everyone, is most certainly feminine, not only because that her sex, but also her gender. I give, as examples, her love of baths, her love of being dressed in clothes, wanting to smell and look pretty, as well as the way she has taken to pretending to be not interested at all when males approach her. She has developed very specific taste, preferring males who are well past puppyhood, who are about her size, and who are usually poodles or part poodles! One of these males lives across the way and high up on a balcony and I've seen them lock eyes - like Romeo and Juliet. However, I've seen her and a large young male fall in love with each other at first sight - not wanting to pass each other but stay put. I've seen more than one male pup, at the sight of her, take in a deep breath and stare. (In a month or two, when they've been there, done that, they get over it.)
Many people who have rescued dogs from shelters have stories about the DOG PICKING THEM. I do think my dog picked me, though I don't have any strong feelings about her having been in my past life or lives. I do hope, however, that I will be someday reunited with her in heaven, that she will be waiting for me when I get there, hopefully, and, full confession here, sometimes I do call her "daughter!"
Because many people who have pets these days see them as, perhaps not human, but as sentient beings, the relationship has changed for those people and those dogs. There are still wild dogs, dogs who help people herd or hunt, dogs who people eat, dogs who people steal and sell for medical experiments, dogs who are terribly abused, dogs who stay outside their entire lives and never have a comfortable bed, and then there are dogs like mine, who is right now, all curled up in a swirl of old blankets. I can only hope her previous owners were good to her! She is not spoiled. She is a survivor.
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21 December 2015
06 May 2014
DOG GENEALOGY! DOG REINCARNATION! BACK FROM VACATION!
I'm back from vacation!
But like in the old Norman Rockwell painting of the family that leaves for vacation excited and comes back spent, I'm not so rested!
Oh it was so good to come home to my dog!
I had a neighbor walking my dog for ten days and was sort of torn up when I heard she'd cried for me for a long time! My poor dog! She doesn't want to loose me! I love her so much! When next we saw this neighbor my dog was so excited, I never saw such an exaggerated tail wag! I thought she was ready to go live with my neighbor and forget all about me!
Which reminds me of when I adopted her.
You see, I was out at the local city shelter looking for a cat for a friend when I first spotted her. But while I knew I wanted to get a dog, I was thinking in a couple months. I'd been reading dog training books and videos, trying to relate to the latest theories, and I believed that I would need to buy a fence and a kennel first. Well, instead of the cat for a friend I got a dog for myself. I brought her home and learned right away that she was totally housebroken and wanted to sleep with me. My dog has become my personal trainer, insisting that I walk her for at least an hour a day, which I usually do in two or three walks. I gave up the gym for her!
Ever since I brought her home I've known that I'm dealing with a soul that has incarnated into a dog this time around. Of course I know she's not a human - a person - but she does have personality!
Imagine my surprise when I went to pay her license fees in person after one year of ownership and the receipt print out was actually a RAP SHEET, or a kind of PAST HISTORY VIA DOCUMENTATION. In our city you must show that you've had the dog vaccinated for rabies, and I get her other vaccinations that are not required as well. To me these are a very good bargain if they prevent a dog who encounters all sorts of other dogs on walks and at the local dog park who have not been vaccinated from becoming ill.
I got home and looked at the three page receipt. It started out with a description of her that said she was a year and a half old and white. I called the City because this wasn't right. Oh yes it is, said the clerk, that's about her WHEN SHE WAS FIRST ADOPTED FROM US! I continued to read. At age 2 she'd been picked up by the DOG CATCHER! (Animal Control) and she was roaming, in her third trimester of pregnancy. It meant her first owner had dumped her at the City Shelter, paying a $20 fee. Her second owner paid higher fees so that she could take her out of there to be bred! My dog had then become a mother, at least once, before she was SPAYED AND MICROCHIPPED! That owner came and got her.
But when she was five, someone, a "possible owner" paid another $20 to dump her back at the city shelter for possible adoption. She'd been in DOG JAIL three times!
That wasn't the end of her story, because the day I got her, I really was determined to get that cat. I walked in fifteen minutes after the shelter opened to the public. When I walked past the kennel she had been in for 10 days (when they usually only keep a dog for 5 days) and her picture was down and she was gone, MY HEART SUNK INTO MY STOMACH.
"I want her!" I heard the words coming out of my mouth with a little squeak at the end.
"I'll go see if she's still available," the clerk said. I heard "If she's still alive!"
So the clerk went into the door of the room where the dogs are in cages waiting to be put to death. Came out fifteen minutes latter and said "You can have her!"
Luckily I actually had more than $20 on me that day. Her fees were discounted. I later learned that because she had such a sweet temperament and was so cute, they had actually done a lot for this dog. Her before pictures testifies to neglect. She was covered in dreadlocks. They had bathed and puppy shaved her. She probably had been roaming again, and had been eating garbage, because they had to deworm her. She came in at 15 pounds. When I got her to the vet a couple days later she was only 12 pounds. She wasn't eating. She was scared and crying. When we put her on the table she started to shake. They had given her a year's worth of vaccinations. She's still afraid of any metal table, any high table.
He said "A cat would rather die than eat something it doesn't like. But a dog, after four days, will eat anything - unless it's sick. Give her one more day."
So I did. I went to the grocer and brought back the hearts and livers of a chicken. When I started cooking these, my dog came running. She also came running the next day when I was steaming a cauliflower.
Once she started sleeping with me, I realized she had not been crying to be taken to the curb at 3 am. Once I started taking her to the curb I realized she need to walk a bit before she goes.
Sometimes I wonder about her other owners, what her life was life, if she ran away out of unhappiness or just got caught out chasing a squirrel, if they loved her, if they died, and I can never know, though I want to tell someone "it's OK I have her and love her now. She wasn't put to death!"
Sometimes I just tell her "I know you are a little person in a dog body this life. I know you've had it hard. I know you have children out there somewhere, and maybe grandchildren."
I can tell you that my dog listens. She moves her ears. She makes eye contact. She was never trained to obey commands in any language but since she's been living with me, she knows GO, WALK, TREAT, SIT, and GO IN YOUR ROOM.
I asked the vet if he agreed with her paperwork when it came to her mixed breed. He said "probably." I asked him if people who were more concerned with breed than me had DNA tests run on their dogs.
He said, "Yes, and you would be surprised. A dog the size of yours, just two generations back, could be from a dog like this..." He spread his arms.
But like in the old Norman Rockwell painting of the family that leaves for vacation excited and comes back spent, I'm not so rested!
Oh it was so good to come home to my dog!
I had a neighbor walking my dog for ten days and was sort of torn up when I heard she'd cried for me for a long time! My poor dog! She doesn't want to loose me! I love her so much! When next we saw this neighbor my dog was so excited, I never saw such an exaggerated tail wag! I thought she was ready to go live with my neighbor and forget all about me!
Which reminds me of when I adopted her.
You see, I was out at the local city shelter looking for a cat for a friend when I first spotted her. But while I knew I wanted to get a dog, I was thinking in a couple months. I'd been reading dog training books and videos, trying to relate to the latest theories, and I believed that I would need to buy a fence and a kennel first. Well, instead of the cat for a friend I got a dog for myself. I brought her home and learned right away that she was totally housebroken and wanted to sleep with me. My dog has become my personal trainer, insisting that I walk her for at least an hour a day, which I usually do in two or three walks. I gave up the gym for her!
Ever since I brought her home I've known that I'm dealing with a soul that has incarnated into a dog this time around. Of course I know she's not a human - a person - but she does have personality!
Imagine my surprise when I went to pay her license fees in person after one year of ownership and the receipt print out was actually a RAP SHEET, or a kind of PAST HISTORY VIA DOCUMENTATION. In our city you must show that you've had the dog vaccinated for rabies, and I get her other vaccinations that are not required as well. To me these are a very good bargain if they prevent a dog who encounters all sorts of other dogs on walks and at the local dog park who have not been vaccinated from becoming ill.
I got home and looked at the three page receipt. It started out with a description of her that said she was a year and a half old and white. I called the City because this wasn't right. Oh yes it is, said the clerk, that's about her WHEN SHE WAS FIRST ADOPTED FROM US! I continued to read. At age 2 she'd been picked up by the DOG CATCHER! (Animal Control) and she was roaming, in her third trimester of pregnancy. It meant her first owner had dumped her at the City Shelter, paying a $20 fee. Her second owner paid higher fees so that she could take her out of there to be bred! My dog had then become a mother, at least once, before she was SPAYED AND MICROCHIPPED! That owner came and got her.
But when she was five, someone, a "possible owner" paid another $20 to dump her back at the city shelter for possible adoption. She'd been in DOG JAIL three times!
That wasn't the end of her story, because the day I got her, I really was determined to get that cat. I walked in fifteen minutes after the shelter opened to the public. When I walked past the kennel she had been in for 10 days (when they usually only keep a dog for 5 days) and her picture was down and she was gone, MY HEART SUNK INTO MY STOMACH.
"I want her!" I heard the words coming out of my mouth with a little squeak at the end.
"I'll go see if she's still available," the clerk said. I heard "If she's still alive!"
So the clerk went into the door of the room where the dogs are in cages waiting to be put to death. Came out fifteen minutes latter and said "You can have her!"
Luckily I actually had more than $20 on me that day. Her fees were discounted. I later learned that because she had such a sweet temperament and was so cute, they had actually done a lot for this dog. Her before pictures testifies to neglect. She was covered in dreadlocks. They had bathed and puppy shaved her. She probably had been roaming again, and had been eating garbage, because they had to deworm her. She came in at 15 pounds. When I got her to the vet a couple days later she was only 12 pounds. She wasn't eating. She was scared and crying. When we put her on the table she started to shake. They had given her a year's worth of vaccinations. She's still afraid of any metal table, any high table.
He said "A cat would rather die than eat something it doesn't like. But a dog, after four days, will eat anything - unless it's sick. Give her one more day."
So I did. I went to the grocer and brought back the hearts and livers of a chicken. When I started cooking these, my dog came running. She also came running the next day when I was steaming a cauliflower.
Once she started sleeping with me, I realized she had not been crying to be taken to the curb at 3 am. Once I started taking her to the curb I realized she need to walk a bit before she goes.
Sometimes I wonder about her other owners, what her life was life, if she ran away out of unhappiness or just got caught out chasing a squirrel, if they loved her, if they died, and I can never know, though I want to tell someone "it's OK I have her and love her now. She wasn't put to death!"
Sometimes I just tell her "I know you are a little person in a dog body this life. I know you've had it hard. I know you have children out there somewhere, and maybe grandchildren."
I can tell you that my dog listens. She moves her ears. She makes eye contact. She was never trained to obey commands in any language but since she's been living with me, she knows GO, WALK, TREAT, SIT, and GO IN YOUR ROOM.
I asked the vet if he agreed with her paperwork when it came to her mixed breed. He said "probably." I asked him if people who were more concerned with breed than me had DNA tests run on their dogs.
He said, "Yes, and you would be surprised. A dog the size of yours, just two generations back, could be from a dog like this..." He spread his arms.
15 July 2012
DOG DNA : MY NEW DOG IS A MIX : BUT WHAT I'M SEEING ON THE OUTSIDE MAY NOT BE HER DNA ON THE INSIDE
Took my new (old) dog to the vet recently and asked him if he agreed about her mixture from the looks of her. She's a rescue animal. My heart just sunk when I saw that she and her photo had been removed from the kennel where I'd visited her before, and heard she had just been "pulled." I apparently got her just a few minutes after she was to go to doggie Auschwitz.
She's in the MALTIPOO (Maltese - Poodle) category, at least from the looks of her hair, but I got her shaved of any fancy hairdoo and don't plan to go nutty with hair bows and so on. (I've never liked the Poodle or Maltese look, though I think this dog is beautiful. I picked her for her sweet personality.)
It's simply too hot here in Southern California to keep a dog that was meant to live in the snow belt, and so has a big coat, at least I think so. I don't want to run air conditioning all the time and frankly think it would be unfair to her, especially when the pavement is over 100 degrees and I see how fast she's run-walking with those little feet.
I told the vet that I thought knowing what breed an animal is might help me with her diet, her innate habits, and make me more knowledgeable about what ailments she's inclined to have. I told him I was very interested in DNA.
He told me that many of his clients had their dog's DNA run and that I would be very surprised, some small dogs turned out to be mostly large dogs genetically, and so looks are not such a great way to predict what might be happening inside.
My new (old) dog managed to leap over a barrier twice her height the first night she was with me so she is fearless. She also learned that whimpering will make me feel sorry for her and let her sleep with me. I'm delighted to say that within the week she has started to take her responsibility of alerting me to intruders very seriously. Like any new mom I've been living around her, worrying over her poops and if she's drinking enough water and why she hates her dog food.
HAVE YOU HAD YOUR DOG'S DNA TESTED?
She's in the MALTIPOO (Maltese - Poodle) category, at least from the looks of her hair, but I got her shaved of any fancy hairdoo and don't plan to go nutty with hair bows and so on. (I've never liked the Poodle or Maltese look, though I think this dog is beautiful. I picked her for her sweet personality.)
It's simply too hot here in Southern California to keep a dog that was meant to live in the snow belt, and so has a big coat, at least I think so. I don't want to run air conditioning all the time and frankly think it would be unfair to her, especially when the pavement is over 100 degrees and I see how fast she's run-walking with those little feet.
I told the vet that I thought knowing what breed an animal is might help me with her diet, her innate habits, and make me more knowledgeable about what ailments she's inclined to have. I told him I was very interested in DNA.
He told me that many of his clients had their dog's DNA run and that I would be very surprised, some small dogs turned out to be mostly large dogs genetically, and so looks are not such a great way to predict what might be happening inside.
My new (old) dog managed to leap over a barrier twice her height the first night she was with me so she is fearless. She also learned that whimpering will make me feel sorry for her and let her sleep with me. I'm delighted to say that within the week she has started to take her responsibility of alerting me to intruders very seriously. Like any new mom I've been living around her, worrying over her poops and if she's drinking enough water and why she hates her dog food.
HAVE YOU HAD YOUR DOG'S DNA TESTED?
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