Frida was born on April Fools Day at Ostenfeld, Manitoba. Not one to act like a fool, or suffer fools, she nevertheless had a graceful sense of humour and enjoyed a good joke. She was also always hungry.
Frida lived a somewhat nomadic life, moving often. She was never bothered by new places or people, and loved nothing more (except for eating of course) than going on camping trips and exploring grasslands and forests. A well-traveled lady, her quiet retirement life was ruined by the arrival of two grey puppies. She spent the last year of her life trying, with some success to teach them to be proper Elkhounds and understand the importance of strategic barking, hole digging, cat chasing, and running away when there’s a tasty animal nearby, or an old leftover curry dinner in the neighbour’s bin. She was able to commiserate over the annoyance of living with puppies with Ellie, who arrived in her last year.
Everyone who met Frida loved her. Somewhere, she is lying on a grassy hill where it’s cool and windy, watching cows and thinking of burgers.