Frieda is a new dog in my life. Maria Heinrich, my friend, is working out of town this week and Frieda is staying on the farm, and we’re doing some training. It is going well.
  Frieda is a bit of a handful. She likes to chase and eat things – dogs, deer, cars, trucks, people, and is impressive when she is charging, barking and running off. She and I have been working together this week and she has developed a newly playful and flirtatious streak, in response to lots of beef jerky and treats. We are having a sort of fling.
  Frieda is one of the storied breed of dogs I call a junkyard dog, a dog found hanging around and rescued. She loves to go for  walks and especially loves to pull down trees and drag them along the ground and dry and get me to throw them for her.
  We are walking off leash a bit. Frieda loves to chase the barn cats and she and Rose  stare grimly at one another.  I fear these two will tangle one of these days. Frieda is calming down and having fun. I am getting fond of her, and that is a new thing as she has tried to eat me more than once and it was a long time before she would let me put a collar on her. Positive reinforcement works.