Later on, my friend met an old man who kept one of those dogs as a puppy, and she would walk past him and the pup daily. She would exchange pleasantries and pet the dog, and one day, she asked what his name was. The man replied with a bright laugh and the Korean word for dinner, again shaking my friend deeply.
Days later, my friend returned to that old man and offered him payment in return for the puppy.
Now, a year later and back on US soil, my animal companion and my friend's dog play together every now and then.
What my friend did did not halt the industry that so disturbed and hurt her on an emotional level. What she did, however, made a world of difference to one sweet little dog.
Think about this the next time you wonder what difference you, as an individual, can make.