Dog ancestry search

The one on the bottom is Irene, the puppy,
 who definitely has both hound and terrier in her little bones.

The only dogs I've ever lived with were pure breeds. So when my friend found a lost soul of a puppy in a ditch by a state forest way down in southern New York, I thought, "must find out what kinds of dogs are in this pup, so I can start the rigorous training regimes I am known for!"

So I quickly started researching her on ancestry.com and see for yourselves what I've uncovered so far:

This here Transylvania hound has to be a relative!

Pretty sure, Irene has plane in her!

This spirited young pup is on her terrier side!

These make up the many voices in her head!

Even though this is a retriever - it definitely is Irene's style!

Three distant cousins - Larry, Larry and Earle

I could not find any connection to Irene and this half lab, half door!

Nice try buddy, but this pup has a most different blood line than my girl!

I traced her back to the Ren Faire and many of her relatives perform each year 

One day I as I looked into Irene's eyes - I saw this dog. 

These are relatives that went the pioneer route - landing them out west.

I wish!

Living on Jordan Street Road

Recently I was thinking one could live their whole life on Jordan Street and never have to go anywhere else. Jordan has churches, cemeteries, Legions, restaurants, banks, a post office (in Mottville), the Bakery, a smoke shop, office supplies, a vet, nice people, a ball field, a skating rink, a factory or two, ...

There was a garage and gas, but maybe there still is further out? How about a doctor or a dentist? The vet Doc Nichols could probably take care of most of what ails us ...

Any thoughts on this?

Barely a pulse

The village reminds me of a patient with a bad heart of late. It seems very dark at night without the familiar beacon of Morris' Grill. I know, enough already about the once world famous watering hole. But still it sits there empty, dark and quiet.

The buzz amongst bartenders and shop clerks is that Morris' was much more of an economic engine than was realized. Mo's biz didn't get spread around in the village, instead it just doesn't come to Skaneateles anymore.

There's hope though as a bright light is shining up from Skaneateles Falls. The Red Rooster Pub has some of the down-home charm of Morris' with a nicer interior, but also with Mo's "Come as you Are." attitude. The owner is from Skaneateles. too.

Pansy goes bye-bye

My dad's girlfriend went bye bye after perhaps 15 years of catting around Skaneateles. By day they hardly knew each other, but at night they slept soundly in each other's arms, Pansy purring all the while.

I turned her over to Doc Nichols and left dropping my tears in the driveway between his office and my parent's current abode - Old Doc and Annie Nichols' house.

First image 2010

On Sunday January third I drove into the village from the East just before twilight. It had snowed all day and was still dusting. Gray and white, very cold. The village was closed up tight like it used to be the day after Labor Day. A lone pedestrian was making his way through the snowy route 20 in front of Cliff Park - it was Chris Roy in a trench coat.