Fred & Frida

Fred Frida

The two dogs that stole my heart from a picture of them I saw waiting in kennels for a new home. They got handed a raw deal when their elderly owner passed, they were surrendered. Being scared and unsure after being placed in kennels, people feared them. Especially Fred who has a booming voice and is also noticeably big in stature.

They did not make for a very adoptable pair of dogs at that point. I fetched them from the kennels to see if I will be able to rehabilitate them for adoption. To my surprise, these were the most loving souls. We connected immediately; they felt safe, and I loved seeing how they just melted into my embrace.

The rest, as they say, is history. I could not see them moving and being disrupted again. They became mine immediately. Frida became my unicorn-hound, and the matriarch of my pack. Our bond runs deep, and she knows my soul inside and out. She is never far from me when I am at home and she is always waiting by the gate when I must go to town. She will sit by the gate in rain, sleet and snow until she sees her mom’s car. That excited expression on her face makes me rush to get home every single time.