George had the idea that he could just knock on the front door and walk right into Frieda’s house. Frieda had a different idea: he could not. Frieda won this standoff she stood in the door barking and growling until we came and led George in and told her to lie down, which she did. I often say that Frieda is the only man in the house. Nobody, but nobody gets into our house or past Frieda until we tell her. George even tried to pet her, another mistake, she isn’t into being petted by intruders.

I explained to her that George is not only a friend but a world famous photographer, she was not impressed. Frieda is absolutely incorruptible. They worked things out, she didn’t eat George and she posed fetchingly for the photo shoot. She is, like all of my dogs, a ham in front of a camera.