Troubles came from a little BYB with a good heart but really not a clue. He had two chihuahuas and bred them twice. He was the smallest brother of a litter of two in the last litter. He was a 'gift' from my aunt. In fifth grade, I was told I was going to get a puppy, one I could keep in the house. Silly me pictured a pit or some big fluffy ball of whatnot that would grow into more big fluffy whatnot. Came home one day and noticed my bathroom light was on.

There was this litttllee iittyyy bittyy tinsywinsy chiwa. At first I thought 'Oh no, not a rat!' Then he did that puppy thing where they rub their tinitiny noses on yours. Then he was very cute so I put him in my pocket. :3
I got Aleu from a BYB, at a flea market. .-. I was in eighth grade then and had just recently lost a puppy that I had literally raised. I had always wanted a siberian husky, and there sat one in a crate, all by her lonesome. Well, there was a lot of 'oh daddy pleeaasseeeeeee's before I finally brought her home. Biggest dog mistake I have ever made. Now I'm a heavy preacher of the dog gospel: Do not ever jump into something uneducated.
I found Diesel. Well, actually Aleu and Troubles found him. We were on a walk and they decided investigate this big pile of trash. The way they acted I knew there had to be something living down there so I looked, and up came this big black ball of snarling teeth and growling. I initially thought we were being attacked by a bear so I picked Troubles up and we ran. Getting curious, I came back down the other side of the ditch where people illegally throw their trash and wedged between two mattresses I noticed it was a puppy. I ran home, told my mother and she felt bad for him so she gave me a plate of scraps and said "don't bring it home."
Well of course I didn't, mom. He just followed me home, what was I supposed to do be mean to him? D: ;D
He was very very scared at me at first, did everything in his power to try to appease me so I wouldn't hurt him, and he kept watching the road and getting excited whenever a car would go by. When none of them stopped, he looked back at the ground. And that absolutely broke my heart.
I let a neighbor have him, but after 2 years of not caring for him (and I mean after the first week they stopped playing with him, feeding him, giving him water. all contact stopped.) when deciding they wanted to "get rid" of him I knew my heart just wasn't going to have that. After being the one who groomed him, fed him, walked him, got his shots, took him on car rides and just loved him, I wasn't about to let some stranger take my dog. So I just brought him back. Didn't ask, didn't care, and they didn't say a single word.