"It is Throw Back Thursday, you know," I told her. "Do you want me to dig up those photos?"
Puff came to us in November of 2010, the sole remaining pup at the once proud kennel that bred White Dog but due to misfortune and cancer had slipped to backyard breeding and greatly reduced means. Puff at 12 was past use as a breed dog and lived in the open elements in the Kansas dirt. We didn't know it then but she was heartworm positve, stage 3, and nearly feral. But she trusted Steve enough to fly in his arms in a noisy racing plane and begin a new life as the fourth member of the White Dog Army.
|We quickly learned Puff would steal things and hide them outside.|