Well, I can't tell you Trev's story, but I can tell you mine! My ex and I had had Buddy for about a month (he was about 4 months old at the time) and we were out running some errands on a Saturday afternoon. I knew of a friends's cousin who was trying to find homes for some Shephard/Rottie pups that were an accidental litter so I suggested we stop by. She was against it from the get-go, and didn't even want to go, she did NOT want a second dog. Anyway, I was driving (in charge) so I went there and fell in love with this one pup right away, and I think she felt the same way. She kissed me gently on the cheek a couple of times and then snuggled her nose into my neck. When I finally put her down, she cried and kept getting me to pick her back up. Anyway, we left (at my girlfriend's command), and drove around arguing for quite some time (I wouldn't go home!!LOL), then she made her final slip up: She said: "If we went back there you wouldn't even know which one it was" so I zoomed right back there and did a four-wheel skid into the driveway, went back in and (the then un-named) Tasha ran right up to me and cried and "begged" for me to pick her up (which of course I did). Done deal......took her home that day! Been Daddy's-girl ever since!