Truman keeps an eye on the hummingbird in the tree. He occasionally makes a squeaking noise thatâ€™s usually reserved for when heâ€™s chasing the laser dot. Heâ€™s not happy about having to wear a harness when heâ€™s on an outdoor stroll but he accepts the practice as fact. The harness slows him down just enough that he would be easy to catch if he decided to make a run for it.
He tends to stay on the sidewalk or the patio; he doesnâ€™t enjoy the stone that makes up our â€œlawnâ€.