“Dad! There’s a dog in the back yard.” It was a few years ago during a sweltering Summer day. It hadn’t rained in weeks and the grass had started to turn brown and die. I was sitting in front of my window air conditioner trying to cool down a bit when my son called to me. I walked over to the back door and looked outside. There sniffing around our back yard was the dog. He didn’t look in very good shape either. He was a mixed breed with hound dog ears but was horribly underweight. I could see the skin stretched tight over his ribs. He looked like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. I quickly grabbed two bowls and filled one with dog food and the other with water. I walked out my door and called to the poor pooch. He wagged his bony tail and walked over to me. I sat down the...