I remember this one day when my hu-si called us over to her house, because her dog, Princess, was having puppies and was having trouble getting them out of the sack.  Kris and i rushed over, put on some gloves and started cutting the sacks with scissors.  We saw that there was one pup in the sack that wasn't moving and figured we were too late, that it must have been the first pup to be born and that it most likely wasn't going to make it...but then all of a sudden Kris cuts the pup out and starts doing CPR on it!  I swear that girl worked on that pup for about 15 min, blowing little puffs of air in its nose and pumping on its chest with 1 finger.  Makes me laugh around just thinking about it.  Anyway, that pup lived and she ended up naming it Luca Bella, because she said it meant bright light, or something like that.  This is one of my favorite memories of her, she genuinely cared.