Mooshi came to live with us on Valentines Day 1997. I have never really wanted a dog. Don't get me wrong, I like dogs, but I like my grass and flowers more, or at least I did. I was trapped into getting this dog by a clever wife. She took me out to the breeder on Valentines day to "just see the dogs". We did not take our kids so there would be no "pressure". The breeder had three dogs left. One male and two females. I had wanted a male if I got one and my wife and the breeder knew that. I walk into the room where the dogs were and this brown and white with a touch of black dog comes right up to me. The other two could care less. They were to busy playing with each other. This dog wanted me to pick him up and so did my wife and the breeder. You guessed it already didn't you? It was Mooshi. Well I come to find out that Mooshi is the only male there and the other two were sold already and waiting for there new owner to come to pick them up that night. All of this I found out later. I just keep holding on to this dog and my wife gives me the big "Oh please" eyes and that was that. Mooshi is now one year old and I wouldn't trade him in for the world. He as given our family something to love and for that I am grateful.