Frieda’s presence in our lives continues to evolve. She had graduated to the porch, where she can lie at the top of the steps, which she loves, and gaze out at the world beyond. She used to chase too many things – cards, trucks, motorcyles, deer in the fields – to be left on the porch, but increasingly, she just loves her spot in the sun and lies quietly. I thought we would be in trouble when two motorcycles went by, but she just looked a bit wistful and lay there. She’s a sweetheart. Now a porch dog.