February 4, 2018

White Dog smiled and whispered to me, "It is going to be just fine. He is a keeper!" Patiently submitting to the White Dog Army inspection, Roman even stayed cool when Sachi put him to the "Brat Test" where Sachi hounds you, sniffing private parts and reminding you by attempting to mount you that HE is an important guy.

First the smells of bacon cooking for the human cheeseburger soup that was to be dinner and then an afternoon of assisting Steve in making White Dog Army meals for the next couple of weeks convinced Roman that he had landed in Paradise. AND it is OK to go up on the furniture! AND AND he can even sit in dad's lap (Bailey had a bit of a complaint when he tried to curl up in the momma chair when I was in the office; normally SHE likes that spot). Already we know he loves duck jerky and is our newest member of the coffee club YoYoMa began.

Roman has walked in and instantly acclimated like he was coached (thanks YoYoMa) so the meet and greet photos are sort of dull. It has been an afternoon mostly of "Oh, yeah, Roman. What's up buddy?" Tonight we celebrate WDA style. Welcome, Roman Marie, Determined White Dog!