I have really loved watching Frieda’s evolution, from the “Helldog” locked up in the barn for a year to the protector of the farm. She is a working dog through and through now, and her protective instincts and energy have been challenged in a calm and (mostly) positive way. Aside from her occasional escapes into the woods to stalk raccoons and skunks and chipmunks, she is always on guard, always protecting her farm, including the chickens she once tried to eat. She also is my writing dog, always on station outside my study.

Rose was more of a partner, Lenore a companion, Izzy a contended and peaceful companion to Maria and me. I love working dogs, they embody the great spirit and glorious history of dogs and people.