Mommy says that I have to start wearing a muzzle when we go out on our walks. I thought that those were for the mean dogs who liked to bite people. I told her that I wasn't one of those dogs, and she just looked sad and said she knew that I was a sweetie. She said that the government told people lies about my breed, and now they are scared of us. She said that maybe someday we could go somewhere far-away where I would be safe. I don't want to wear a muzzle, but I will if Mommy says I have to, I will. It itches so badly and I can't breathe properly. My walks aren't as much fun anymore, and people never say "hi" to me like they used to. It makes me sad, and Mommy seems very sad too. She said I was one of the lucky ones because I had found a home in time, and that there were a lot of doggies like me that would never get a home. I don't understand why that it is because I am a good dog and I love to cuddle; why won't these other dogs get a home to cuddle in too? I think I need to go give Mommy a hug. That always makes me feel better.