"First we must make ourselves some money. Then we can help the animals," he said. But he had made a vow, and he would see it through.
"Pitt Bulls. I have heard of them. Yes. I think we can take two of them. Then they will not be alone among strangers, as we are. We should ask if there are two such dogs that get along with others and are in immediate peril," he suggested.
He strolled down the line, looking at each dog in turn. He felt like they deserved at least his attention. He paused at the cage of one particular dog. He looked to be an adult, but still young. The sign on the cage indicated that he was just a few days from being euthanized. "Lucky. I do not think he seems to suit such a name," he said, crouching down and reaching his fingers in between the bars.