I may have been a terrier in a previous life. Terriers were originally prized for their ability to dig and get into small holes and burrows to hunt small animals such as moles, badgers, and rabbits. Now those who know me and have heard the profanity that sometimes falls out of my mouth might suggest I was probably a pirate in a previous life, but that is a whole other story. But I do think it's quite possible I spent at least one life as some sort of terrier, bred to pick up a scent and rocket down a rabbit hole after it; mindless of what I’m supposed to be doing, or whether I even know what I’m after. Looking at my family tree one day I noticed I hadn’t tried to look for the parents of Laura Mallory, one of my 4th Great Grandmothers. Available records for early Ontario settlers (Upper Canada at the time) tend to be pretty scarce. So I popped into Ancestry.ca, completely ignoring the 8 browser tabs I already had open for other tree branches-in-progress. After all, why continue w