When my shop in Torrance was open, we had a lot of homeless hanging around. They would stop in and offer to work for food or money. But never at that moment. They had to make appointment with their parole officers, social workers, meal call at the soup kitchen. But if we would give them an advance, they would show up the next day. I would throw them out. My husband gave them a $10.00 advance. I asked him why he did that since they were not going to come back. He said he knew that, they wouldn't come back the next day, or EVER. Mostly he was right. But they did come back, offering to sell me pets they had stolen out of people's yards, out of cars, or even through the odd unlocked door. If I knew the pet, I would give them the money to take the dog knowing the owner would pay it back when they came to get their pet. Some of the dogs I bought from the "homeless" had been stolen more than once. Everytime the owner thought they had secured the pet, the homeless got more inventive about stealing it. One guy's dog was asleep on the sofa and one of the resident homeless guys smashed through the window, grabbed the dog and ended up at my door saying he found it, would I give him a $20.00. I could swallow my bile and pay only because I knew I was helping the animal.