Showing posts with label Frida. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Frida. Show all posts

Saturday, March 5, 2016

Everybody loves Frida

Frida is my art dog. She's named for Frida Kahlo because she is a piece of art, and quirky. She's part ACD and part sight hound, we like to think Pharaoh Hound for her grace and regal bearing. She is swift. Her color is read and white, she has eyelashes of different colors and expressions for every mood. She is whimsical and needy. She has been a model for the Marin Clean Energy program (along with me. She stole the show.)
Frida and me modeling for Marin Clean Energy


She had her portrait painted by an artist who saw her picture on Facebook and couldn't resist.
Frida by Brenda Duke
My friend Joe Louis Wildman fell in love with her when he saw her picture on my page. (He has four dogs, he is a dog person, and maybe she says that to all the girls.) When Joe heard Frida was in the car last night at the Sonoma County Democratic crab feed, he asked to meet her. Of course the car was locked and my husband had the key, but he saw her through the window and said, "You know I'm in love with that dog."
Considering if she wants to keep going with this photo shoot
She is a beauty, smart and fast, and skittish.  She has no patience with foolishness. and shows it wit her expressive eyes.
Rolling her eyes



Sunday, November 1, 2015

Dogs at the Beach

Dogs love the beach more than anything. Even if they don't swim. Frida hates the water. If she must get her dainty feet wet to retrieve a stick or ball, she waits until the tide brings it close enough to grab. Babboo is my swimmer. He goes way out after the ball; no other dogs can touch him.

Frida will chase him on dry land, or damp sand, as the case may be, but not into the water. He will hang onto the ball, though, not drop it at my feet so I can throw it back out for him to chase. Does he really think I would throw it for Frida? Only some of the time and she drops it every time a treat appears. so in this way, they take turns. Sort of.

Babboo heading into the water; Frida heading the other way

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Two poops, one bag

Two dogs, Babboo and Frida, one walk, two poops, one bag. Very neat, very zen. My dogs