April 14, 2023

Roman is the last WDA member for pre-bed exercise. He and I go out into the yard, always  joined by the entire crew, to do a final check of the perimeter, take care of business and rummage around in the dark. Then the girls come in through the dog door and I bring Roman through the kitchen door, with a stop to pick up "go into your crate" treats for him. That's the routine.

During the rummaging in the dark part of the excursion, out in the far corner of the yard, Roman erupted into snarling. It was followed by Bailey returning the challenge. "Oh no," I thought. "The mellow Roman has run out of congeniality." I was standing by the back door and couldn't see that far into the yard.

Zsofia came bounding by me and entered the house through the dog door followed by Bailey moving at zoomie speed. Neither looked frightened and their body language conveyed antics, not anguish. Roman strolled up to me as if nothing had happened and we went into the kitchen.

All the girls, including Shayna and Hazel, were strung ahead and behind as though they were escorting a rock star. I'm not sure whether it was a fight or just play. It was too dark to see. No one seems to have a problem now if there ever was one.