Here’s a story about what my Newfoundland Freya did this morning…
I haven’t written for a bit because school started and because last week, I crashed hard on my bike during a delightfully fun group ride and broke my shoulder blade, collarbone, and three ribs. I am off teaching duties for a couple weeks. More reflection on this in a future post.
Here’s the story:
Today, my friend Barb brought her Irish wolfhound Maggie over. Maggie is an absolute sweetheart, but she is a jumper and I was a little worried. Maggie often jumps on me because she’s so excited to see me. I told Barb that if she did that, I would probably be back in the hospital. We had planned to keep the pups outside so Maggie couldn’t inflict further damage on my broken bones.
But Freya refused to leave my side and wouldn’t go outside. Maggie was not to be deterred and finally came inside.
Freya was as protective as I have ever seen her. She barricaded my chair, and she would not let Maggie near me. These two have known each other since puppyhood, and are great friends and playmates. Today, however, Freya growled at Maggie whenever she tried to approach the front of my chair. Freya played linebacker–blocking Maggie any way she tried to move to get to me, and Freya growled if Maggie got too close. When Maggie finally settled down, and it was obvious that Maggie would not jump on me, Freya assumed her bear rug position near my feet. If Maggie approached me from the back, Freya did nothing and knew I was safe I guess.
One more way I am stunned and brought to tears by my Newf’s wisdom and protective kindness. Freya, I love you. Thanks for loving me.
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