"We have to keep those dogs cool," Jesse warned us. "We can't have them overheating, so blast the air conditioning the whole way. I don't care how much it costs us in gas." And that's how I wound up driving across the prairies in a toque and winter gloves in the middle of an early-June heat wave, shivering uncontrollably so that twenty-seven dogs could ride in air conditioned comfort in the cargo compartment behind me. Truly, it's anything for the pups in the rescue business.