Frida

Rodin

HOW WE GOT OUR NAMES
We looked everywhere for names to suit us. The competition was DOGGED and TOOTHLESS!

Sooooooo many choices!!!

Turns out I was the easy one. Plenty of bearded old geezers around with whiskas wuz all over.
Given my sculptural good looks and talents, Daddy Bob quickly settled on the Maître's,
RODIN, pour moi.

But the Baby, what to do about the Baby?

So Daddy Bob went to all his friends to try and solve the conundrum. We barked and woofed
to everyone around. And so it was that one day Daddy Bob got an e-mail from a lady painter
friend from far away Virginia. Her name is Edita. She said Daddy Bob was being sessist, that the
problem was... all the names were men's. We needed a girl name! "What," she asked, "don't you
know any womin artistes? How about 'Frida', Frida Kahlo? She had bushy eyebrows like a Schnoozie
and a mustache too!"

So it was that 'Frida' stuck and Baby Frida got her name. Thank Dog and Edita!
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Talkin' 'bout who's whose shadow.... LITTLE MAN RODIN PROUD DADDY BOB PRETTY BABY FRIDA

 

 

Romping 'n' Resting
at Chateau les Chiens
Wolfville NS

Just like Daddy!