I had always wanted to rescue a dog and Harley was the first. Harley had just been dropped off by the rescue people. He was skinny and came walking down our driveway with a little white, fuzzy toy in his mouth. “This dog is brilliant,” the lady from the rescue organization had told me just a few hours earlier. “I’ve rescued a lot of dogs in my life, but this guy is amazing,” she continued.

—My Courage to Tell