Harbouring an Outlaw

Since August 25, 2005 I have effectively been harbouring an outlaw and I must say that through the the almost 4 years that have passed, it hasn't gotten any easier.  

I am referring of course, to the breed specific legislation passed in Ontario, which is supposedly aimed at making the province safe from 'dangerous' Pitbulls and similar dog breeds.  

And there was poor Braxton, still only but a wee puppy when the dramatic media frenzy began in 2004 that ended in the passing of Bill 132, plucked from low-hanging fruit of fear mongering and diversion, on the steps of the legislature.  

Braxton is now forced endure the scorn of onlookers, to bear the scarlet letter, the Dark Mark of the Death Eaters, the mask of Hannibal Lecter.  

To see his caged face insights fear in small children and sees small-dog walkers running for the opposite side of the street.  It is with shame in his sweet eyes and a somber bowed head that he asks, "Won't you love me?  Won't you play with me?"

Never again will he feel the fresh summer air on his unobstructed face as he frolics free in a field.  He remains forever chained to the leash of injustice, an animal clamped down by the laws of man.