Every morning when I leave the house and go to my studio, Freida follows me. Once out the door, she waits for me at the end of the driveway ( I always remind her “no street”) then we cross the road together and she sits for a treat as soon as we get into the studio. I take off my shoes, open the windows and turn on the computer. Freida either goes to her crate or lies down in front of the wood stove.
Throughout the day, as I work, she moves between these two spots. If the UPS man comes or someone walks by she’ll stand up and growl or bark, but rarely leaves this small area where she spends the day. When I put on my shoes to go outside, if she’s not already there, she goes into her crate. This is how Freida and I spend many of our days together. Other than going to the Vet, she rarely leaves the Farm.
But tonight Freida went to the Red Fox Book Store in Glens Falls. She sat next to Jon as he told her story and how he taught her how to live on Bedlam Farm. And now it seems she’s learned how to be in a bookstore surrounded by strangers. Although she may have been a bit nervous (or was that just me?) no one would have guessed she was once a dog who I didn’t trust around my closest friends.
I think a big part of tonight was about trust. Trusting Jon and trusting Freida and trusting myself enough to allow it to happen.