Several years ago I noticed a trend. I’d be on the beach with my dog Betty when she’d meet another dog. They’d play and I’d get chatting with the dog’s owner. When I’d ask what kind of dog it was, the owner would tell me it was a “rescue dog.”
Did some doggie version of the Titanic sink off the Jersey Shore? Nope. It turned out this was a new term for what was known as “a mutt from the pound” when I was a kid.
It was also around that time that I first saw the term “puppy mill.” It was on a billboard I saw off the Pennsylvania Turnpike as I was driving to visit a friend of mine who owns a farm in the Amish country.