and very quickly grew into top dog,
be it top of the steps
or top of the dome.For the fifteen or more years she lived with me, this is where she was most of the time. Checking out the neighborhood. Occasionally barking at someone who didn’t belong there.
When Diego found me a few years later and persuaded me he should join the family, he generally preferred to hang out by the pool
Then, Morrie arrived.
Frida was suspicious
and Morrie quickly wound up in the brig. Why?
His consumption of three dog beds and a cat bed within a month’s period had something to do with it. When I got back from my writing retreat in December, Morrie had totally torn up Frida’s bed and left Diego’s untouched. Bad boy!!!
I didn’t do it, Ma! Sure, Morrie.
He said: Bow
Sadly, Frida left us, leaving Morrie and Frida to tussle it out over who was top dog.
And Frida’s ashes went into this effigy which we concreted in place on her favorite place on the dome, to watch for as long as I have any say in the matter.
I only hope she is watching and knows.
Well, I am, Mom.
Yoli thought Brian was top dog, from the first.
Diego has had a few embarrassing periods he thought unbecoming to a top dog.
Morrie got to hide out at the beach for awhile
where he found other dogs to feel superior to.
And surprise, surprise, Diego sorta missed him.
For Sunday Stills: Top Dog