On Friday, Iola spent much of the day lying on the sofa with her broken foot elevated. The Truff made her feel much better by bringing her every one of his toys (the Truff's stuff!) and putting them on the floor next to her sofa.
Once again we have a wheelchair parked on our front porch and a daughter with limited mobility. The Truff takes his wheelchair duties very seriously. Iola hopes that we might design a harness so that he can pull the wheelchair along by himself (and we think that, once the snow falls, we might have the fastest sled in Massachusetts).
Maya plays with the dog more than anyone else. They have a very close relationship: the Truff lets her know when he needs to go out into the garden to pee, when he wants a walk, and comments on her trumpet practice with the occasional woof.
Here, she is walking The Truff across Radcliffe Yard...
... and here they are on the banks of the River Charles.
The Truff is only eleven months old and, as a rescue dog, has had very little experience at walking on the leash.
But he is already learning to walk to heel and to sit on command.
When he arrived last weekend, he had no experience of being in a city. Since then, he's seen school buses, trucks, subway cars, trains, and about three hundred rowing squads competing in the Head of the Charles Rowing Festival this weekend.