My parents had to when we were homeless for a time. No one we knew would take them and we were living in a hotel room for months. When we went back a week or so after being homeless deciding that it was better to just have the dogs with us, both had already been adopted out. They were good boys, and I'm sure they went to great homes.
nope; i would've been murdered, resurrected, and then murdered again up to this point but now that i'm nearly twenty i really would like one in the future!