Feb 19, 2019
Along the lines of my former pets with odd names, we had a white german shepherd named Frija.
I have no idea why she was named that. My mom named her and I have never once thought about it.
Frija was a dumbass. A grade A dumbass. She loved to play fetch, but she didn’t realize that she was supposed to stop when she was tired, so we had to pay attention to when she was tired out so she wouldn’t hurt herself trying to keep playing.
Oddly enough, she picked up the rules of tag in one afternoon.
#from the desk of anachron#dogs#frija#she's also the reason we only adopt rescues now#usually mutts#frija was what taught us about the issues purebreds have#in particular she had separation anxiety so bad she once tore up her muzzle trying to chew through the fence#because she thought we were in the front yard#couldn't bring her inside because she was an extremely hyperactive large canine#and my siblings were young enough to be injured if she was too hyper and my parents weren't right there#we did try though#she was an indoor at night dog but only downstairs#good for movie cuddles#come to think of it I think she was meant to be a guard dog#because the city we lived in is rife with gang activity#she was also a dog prone to running away if she got into the front yard#because we didn't know you're supposed to teach a puppy the territory boundaries#which we did with Charlotte and she's never even tried to get out#I'm rambling but I'm just gonna keep going I guess#anyway yeah#big dog#severe separation anxiety#too dumb to be safe having severe separation anxiety#injured herself because of it#nothing we tried helped and we didn't know how to help her#so we eventually gave her to my grandma#but she couldn't afford to keep two dogs#so Frija went to a family who could spend time with her 24 7 and lived out the rest of her life with them#it was a gradual goodbye#but I miss her