June 27, 2021

White Dog called Roman into the bedroom. He had been avoiding all of the acivity and cleaning by hiding out in the kitchen. He reluctantly crept in and stood next to the bed where White Dog rested. Bailey and Zsofia move aside, "ta-DA!" both proclaimed and Roman looked puzzzled.

I knew he was worried since his old crate had been moved out to the sun porch and cut the drama which could have been deliciously stretched because I feared he would get the idea that he was being sent away. (It is always in the way back of a rescue dog's mind).

"Roman, this is your new sleeping crate. It is bigger so you have room to stretch out and has doors we can leave open all day so you can come and go or just sleep in its doorway; remember the old door that kept swinging shut or caught anyone going by if it was left open...not any more, Buddy! Hop in and take this fancy sports version for a test ride."

"See, plenty of room to lie down and spread out," Bailey pointed out. "Aree you going to stay in there or will you get out so the rest of us can try it? I fancy putting one of these condos on my Wish List."