April 24, 2020

White Dog peeked into the box from our friend, Sue. "The masks are so well made and in such pretty fabrics," she began and then opened the smallish square wrapped next to them. It had a note saying "To my sisters and brothers from YoYoMa." (Sue rescued YoYoMa and helped him find his way home to us so many years ago).

WD laughed out loud when the 'I licked it so it's mine' cocktail napkins were revealed. "THESE we will save for the NEXT White Dog Army celebration," she said.

She looked in further and then turned her head to Roman, resting quietly in front of his crate. "Let's give Roman the first rights to this," White Dog told Steve. "He seldom gets to break in new toys." "Are you sure?" I questioned. "He is not a big player with toys and he may not enjoy it." "Trust me," she replied.

One of the greatest pleasures I get is watching my reactive often angst-driven boy drop the veil and become a curious playful puppy, even if it is just for a few moments. I tells me what lives deep inside my boy and gives me hope that it is still alive enough that we will one day be able to coax THAT Roman out to stay.