The moment I knew? That's easy, the second I laid eyes on her. I had bought this beautiful little baby girl that was only 7 weeks old, weighed in at about 4 pounds. I immediately took her to the vet to get started and was told she had a harsh, nasty infection in her "lady parts" and she was already showing signs of hip dysplasia. I told my husband if I'd had her 5 years and she developed the h.p., I'd learn to deal with it, but I was not going to start out watching this baby suffer. She was already just dragging one back leg and I wanted the vet's opinion before I turned her down. While at the vet's office he said one of his clients had just brought in a liter of 6 Shelties that morning for their first round of puppy shots and she posted on the bulletin board. We returned the first puppy and went to her house, saw mom and dad, 5 brothers and sisters and when I walked into the pen and bent down, Bambi made a running leap, knocked me on my back side, white dress pants and all, but I did not care, after all, that is what soap and water is for, right? So, she picked me, I never had a chance . . . love at first sight!