Puff was a gift to us from my husband’s brother, who had bred his hunting dog and brought over the litter. That was in 1980, when our daughters were about six and four. Naturally, they fell in love and begged for a puppy! We named him Puff, since his coloring reminded us of a cream puff (our daughter’s idea). By that time, Callie was almost ten years old, but having this puppy around really rejuvenated him. Puff lived a long life, dying at almost fourteen years old after having a massive stroke.