"What do you do, if I might ask?" Rolf inquried. "My grandparents and now I run a rescue that probably gets some of the rescues from those places." He had the numbers down a bit right now, but it was only a matter of time.
Rolf listened and led Neville to a pen about halfway down the way. The dog sat up and wagged his tail happily. "This guy has been here for longer than I've been back. I don't know why, other than he's probably eight or so and was neglected previously, and is a mixed breed. He's a bit shy but warms up after a bit. Come on in and meet him, if you want to look around more, we'll go around to everyone," Rolf told him.