Freyja

Freyja was a sweetheart. She was a bit of an odd duck- er, dog...
When she played with you, she would groan and play-growl, she would run circles around the yard without me even doing anything. She lifted her leg to pee like a boy. She wouldn't squirm when you picked her up. She rarely barked, and when she did, it sounded like a pubescent boy yelling--not at all intimidating or ferocious. Her fur was soft and golden. Her breath didn't stink. When she was really tired, she would lie on her back, legs sprawled, her side pushed against the wall. She was a pretty chill dog, unless new people or guests were around. She was content to relax during the day, having a lie down wherever the sun his the floor. She was sensitive. If any of us ever argued or even raised our voices, she would cower in a corner. She NEVER bit you.

She wasn't always perfect, mind. She liked mud and puddles but hated baths and having her nails clipped. In fact, every time she had them done (we couldn't even do it ourselves), my mum and I both would have to hold her down while the woman at the grooming place clipped them. Many scratches ensued (for me anyway). She shed...A LOT! This wasn't the greatest for my nose...or the vacuum. She didn't like being brushed. We never managed to teach her how to walk with us and not pull the leash. We never could get her to stop jumping up on people. When we had guests over, I would have to be with her in my room. If I left her for even a few minutes, she would get into my garbage and strew tissues everywhere. She preferred people to dogs.

But Freyja had the best quality, one that far outweighed any of her mischief--love. She was good at showing love. She would look out the front window for you. She knew someone was home before any of us. She didn't hold back. When she was happy, everyone knew it. You felt special every time she bounded up to you, wanting to smell you, to be as close to you as she could.

In 2016, when she was nine, she got sick.
It's been two years since she left us. We miss her. All of us still will catch ourselves looking for her in the window when we drive up. She was special. We miss her.

A lot has changed since then, and not just in the lack of hair everywhere. But that I think will have to wait for another day. Today, I just wanted to remember Freyja and share my continued love and affection for her with you.

I hope you all are having a great summer. I've been loving the heat!

God bless,