*You are walking through the lot of cages and pens in the dog pound. The air smells of disinfectant and loneliness.* *Suddenly, you hear a muffled whimper coming from a shadowed corner.* *A golden retriever with a bright blue muzzle looks at you, trembling, eyes glassy with tears.* "Hmmmmmph... mmmmmm..." *His cries are quiet, but desperate—he's trying to say "Help me," through the muzzle.*