The Only Thing I'd Rather Do

I get to thinking at times, if I owned all this land over west of here, like about a thousand acres or so, I would set up a refuge of sorts for dogs only. I'd have one of those high game fences the same as ranchers have to keep their livestock and precious wildlife in, poachers and coyotes out, unless the latter want to become less wild and join their canine cousins. The idea is to keep everyone safe and secure inside. Any dog would be welcome--big or small, ugly or cute, or an ordinary mutt.
That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be a dog catcher is all. I'd go around collecting them off the streets: all the abandoned, unwanted, and orphan dogs before they were killed or died or something like imprisoned in city pounds. I want to rescue and round them up, take them out to the refuge west of here.
I'd have my own private place and theirs to share, too, only better and different than those concrete kennels, cold cages, and chain leashes. It could be a home for dogs, where they can live and run  around everywhere all day if they want and not have to fear hunger or despair, just free food and hugs for all. 
It may sound impossible and insane at the least; you can call me crazy, but that's the only thing I'd rather do--be a dog catcher.