I woke up this morning to this email from my neighbor David Bershad, whose second-story terrace gives a good view of my roofline. Seems Yolanda kept the gate open enabling the doggies to enjoy the sunset  from the roof!  The terrace of the upstairs casita furnishes easy access to the rest of the roof. The song lyrics and first three photos are his. Below them are my photos of the explanation of the sculpture on the dome that Coco, Zoe and Morrie love to visit. Only Morrie knew the “real” Frida.

Below are my photos of Frida and her sidekick Diego, now both osadly departed, along with the story of how Frida came to be memorialized on the dome of my house.

(Frida as a puppy.)

For the fifteen or more years Frida lived with me, this is where she was most of the time, checking out the neighborhood and occasionally barking at someone who didn’t belong there.

When Frida died, I had a sculpture of her installed on the roof dome.

Later, I returned to the gallery and brought home a larger dog in Frida’s more classic position–sitting or standing erect surveying the neighborhood.

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.

Neighbors snapped this photo, then called to advise me that Frida had visitors.

And, if you want to read a poem I wrote about the lovely Frida, Here it is:

Look Up! (Eulogy for a Good, Good Girl)