My Boys: Buddy, Bash and Bruno.
I never wanted a dog, especially something like a pittbull with their reputation. Especially, especially three of them. I always thought they were a waste of time and effort. Couldn't STAND to listen to 'dog people' talk about their pets like they were people.
Then my youngest sister got her daughter an 8-week old puppy she tried to name Ralph. She dropped the puppy off with me until she could get things set up for him (didn't ask, just showed up drunk, handed me the dog and said she'd be back in an hour because she had to get some stuff from Walmart) and just never really came back for him. At first it was irritating to be saddled with a responsibility I didn't ask for, but something about being a helpless little thing's only lifeline and friend makes you appreciate it. Eventually he turned into my little Buddy.
The other two come from the same parent,s but they're a year and a litter apart from Buddy. Bash (the blue monster in the middle that dwarfs his brothers) was actually my first Christmas gift to my (now) wife. Because of his size, color and temperament his breeder wanted quite a bit for him; but buyers kept falling through at the last minute and I managed to scoop him up for what I had in my pocket when I heard him complaining about having to feed the little bottomless pit.
The small cream colored one is Bruno and it should say something about Bash's giant ass that he was the second largest of the litter. My oldest sister got him for HER daughter, but found out she's allergic to dogs the hard way and couldn't keep him inside...in the middle of winter. So to keep the little guy from freezing to death I volunteered to let him stay with us until the spring. He's technically still my niece's, but it's August and he's still here so...you know.