Roman came a sweet human-loving boy, damaged in an unknown accident, and not really sure about big-family life. He has struggled at times to find his place and rhythm...and still has moments that leave him questioning. But progress is happening. He is eager to please and learn. He fights the instincts heightened by at least four months living ferally but does not always win; he wants to be a part.
This morning Opal, the Toy Manager in our house, was in the middle of her daily ritual of moving the chosen toys for the day from the storage bin to the bedroom. She makes her choices which then are arranged in priorities...immediate play next to or on the bed to last resorts which go out of the dog door and wait on the deck.
Roman passed her to head outside but stopped and did an about face. He looked at Opal and tilted his head. My Sparkling Girl is kind to everyone; she touched Roman's muzzle to let him know that she would share.
My Baby Boy carefully surveyed the choices and nosed the dragon. She wagged. He sniffed it and headed into the yard leaving dragon respectfully where it lay.
But THAT was the stuffy being carried much later in the morning when Roman passed the office. Opal has singled it out and left it next to the water dish for him. WD came in to report that he was holding and examining the cloth creature curled in his favorite chair in the living room. When I peeked out a short while latter, he was asleep with his chin resting upon it as he held the toy in his paws.
"I think we have another toy player," White Dog whispered. "maybe in time he will even play Get It!"
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