What happened to the Ford?” “God, Gloria made me sell it. Supposedly, I had too much independence — that’s the new theory, that I ran off because of … - W. Bruce Cameron

He’s not a pet. That’s why his cage is glass, the kind of glass where we can see him but he can’t see us. We’re just taking care of him until his leg is better, and then he’ll go back to the park. He can’t get used to people feeding him or petting him or dogs playing with him, or he won’t be safe in the wild, see? My dad rescued him. He’s a game warden. He found Sammy caught in an illegal trap, and he even arrested the men who put the trap out!” The animal was moving in such a tantalizing manner — quick little hops, its head making sudden jerky motions. I knew it must want to play Chase Me! I peered up at Maggie Rose and whined a little.

There are other dogs who need help. Rescue is like a river; it has to keep flowing. Otherwise even more dogs would die.

Not everything that can be counted counts.
Not everything that counts can be counted.