I was thinking of Frieda today. Not of the times she ran off into the woods and didn’t come back for hours. Or of how she would chase Minnie up a tree and terrorize the chickens. Or how she would dig up the hostas I just transplanted in front of my studio. I was thinking of how she would sit in my studio for hours and work with me. How she never once walked on one of my quilts that was laying on the floor, how she was the perfect studio dog.
I was thinking of Frieda when I suggested to Jon that we trade dogs. I would get Red and he could have Fate. Not because I don’t love Fate and all her puppyness, I do and she’s just the cutest thing. You can see it in the photos, right? The way she tilts her head and those different colored eyes and all. She really cute in a photo and in real life too. Most of the time. Except when she’s not. When she starts running around like a mad dog, picking up and pulling down everything she can find. Trying to chew on my dress or the backs of my legs. Then I put her in her crate where she only wines for a moment or two. Or I do some calming training, (sit, stay, come) until we both lose interest which doesn’t take long. Or I put her outside. All things that work in their own way.
But still, it would be so much easier to have Red in my studio. He already knows what to do and what not to do. And he never wines and isn’t curious about the fabric piled on the chair or in the garbage pail. And he seems genuinely happy to just sit next to Jon when he writing. He doesn’t want to do anything else, like try to bury rawhide in the floor.
It would be so much easier, except, now I’m looking at Fate sleeping in her crate. And I’m thinking that if I can just hold out a little while longer, and be a little more patient and take the time to teach her, she could become a great studio dog like Frieda was. So I guess we’ll keep at it. Anyway, I don’t think Jon’s ready to give up Red.