I’m one of those people who gets to take her dog to work. Every morning, teacup and computer in hand, I call to Frieda as I walk out the back door to my School House Studio. She always wants to come in and get her biscuit, but after a bit of resting and grooming she walks to the door and I let her out into the dog run. That’s when her real work begins, keeping an eye on the traffic, making sure to chase away anyone who dares to bicycle or walk in front of the house. Frieda’s good at what she does.