Puddles was our family dog when I was young. We all loved him very much. He was just like one of us kids, wanting to do what ever we were doing. I don't think he ever thought of himself as a dog. He had this way of looking at you as if he understood everything you said. His only bad habit was chasing cars, and he was once hit. As he grew older he stopped this habit and was never run over again. He lived to be 12 years old.