My daughter rescued an 8 week old pup last year who was in an appalling state/condition - malnourished, eye infections, and absolutely miserable (her beautiful plume of a tail dragged on the floor and she slunk about... even at that age! Now, her tail is up on her back and she dances: it's marvellous to watch). Although I was very 
about what my daughter had done, I can honestly say that I wouldn't be without the pup now. She is my little shadow, and goes pretty much everywhere with me (my daughter did as I thought she would and lost interest once she realised how hard work a pup actually is...). It wasn't until yesterday, though, when I was talking to the mum of my son's best friend that it dawned on me, that my pup is probably (undoubtedly) a Kokoni. The friend's mum rescued a 5 month old (spayed) Kokoni bitch from Cyprus through one of the rescue/rehoming sites last month - and she said "as soon as we saw her, we thought of your pup!", which made sense yesterday when I saw their little Kokoni for the first time. They have different shades of fur (theirs is white and brindle, ours is black with a few stray traces of white in her beautifully plumey tail), but they have so many similarities it's uncanny.
At the end of the day though, whilst it's nice to finally be able to sort-of pinpoint what breed our pup is... it doesn't change anything. She'd still be her, irrespective of what mixture went into creating her! She is funny (her nickname is "Diva Dog" because she's no longer shy in demanding fuss/attention/a game/her supper), loyal, protective of myself and my son (whom she adores), cuddly, very sensitive, full of mischief, gets on well with the other two dogs in the family (who both spoil her a little too much...), and keeps us on our toes! She had an awful first few weeks of life, and was left with some serious phobias and insecurities (our vets staff were more than a little bemused when she was spayed, because they thought I was kidding when I said that our pup has separation anxieties... the only time she wasn't screaming, they said, was when she was unconscious for the op, and she has a serious obsession with hiding her treats/growling at our elderly dog if she thinks he's after her bones - one of which is very much her security blankie!), but we're working on them, and as she's getting older, she's realising that she's safe here. That this is her forever home. And that I'm not planning on ever abandoning her.
In short? She's lovely, and would be whatever breed she is... it's just nice to go "aha!" once and for all.