I have often said that we get the dogs we need, and for some years Maria needed Frieda, a shield and protection. Frieda is fiercely protective – of me, the farm, the other dogs, and especially, of Maria. We were talking today about the long year Frieda had since she came to Bedlam Farm, sleeping in a crate in the Studio Barn or the other barns, the two of us hauling firewood out to the wood stoves there at all hours to keep her warm in a nasty winter.

She was so difficult around people and my dogs that we couldn’t bring her into the house. For months I went over a gave her treats, fed and walked her and Maria began a course of calming and obedience training. One day in the Spring, when Maria was at work, I took a deep breath and just  brought her into the house. And I told her to lie down and be quiet. And she did.

Lenore of course rushed over to lick her and welcome her. Izzy ignored her, and still does. Rose stayed away. Now, she lies next to me or by the wood stove, purring like a kitten and making strange noises while I write. She is an older dog, and has lame joints and so she loves the warmth and is still and peaceful inside. She worked hard to get there. I’m glad she’s on my side.