Ode to Frida

Frida, a go’ dog to us you were

never barking incessantly

only whining, bones and fur,

and smiling fluorescently

From the street you came

not even knowing your name

we took you in and with a spin

a best friend to two you became

with a po’ leg and epilepsy,

fleas and a dependent personality,

a lil’ rub a dub scrub

and a lot of love and grub

a new home you had found again

Frida “la sufrida” became Frida “la consentida”

And that is what we hope for you even unto this day.