Figure 1.--This is a super photo of the dogs. You can see my damaged front teeth. Rufus was one of the most magnificents dogs I have ever known. I still treasure those years with him. His character really shines through in the snapshot here. Our new dad was an avid photographer and sent copies of the snaps back home to England. I always wondered what dad thought when he saw this one.

Rufus manged to break my two front teeth--quite by accident of course. While Rufus never bit, he was a ball of fire and never fully aware of consequences. When he got up a head of steam--we learned to get out of his way. I was kneeling in a rocker on the terrace. Rufus all of a sudden decided to join me and jumped into it. tipping it over. I fell face first onto the bricks. So all I wanted that Christmas was my two front teeth! It was a bit embarrassing for my foster folks; our Dad being a dental surgeon. I was fixed up by a great dental surgeon in Boston -- Dr. Maurice E. Peters. It was a very swanky practice in a skyscraper -- well at least 10 floors. My dad being a detal surgeon and all, I noticed such things. Sitting in the chair I could see the Charles River and the MIT building. I had to have quite a few visits there while he fiddle about with the nerve in one tooth, but it had to go in the end.