I'm a what?

Mom says that I am an "Ambassador To the Breed". What does that mean, I wonder?

Its funny that when I am out at demo's with my mom, I usually get two responses when mom tells them my breed. I am very exotic looking as you can see, and not many people can guess what I am off the tops of their heads (though they usually act like the knew after mom tells them, silly humans).

This is a typical conversation that mom will have with a person:
Person: What kind of dog is he?
Mom: American Bull Dog/Pit Bull Mix
Person: Is he mean?
Mom: No, he is very friendly. It is all in how they are raised and handled, nothing to do with the breed.

I don't get it. Am I supposed to be mean? Am I supposed to bite people? Especially little children, because you should see how many parents snatch their kids away from me. When ever mom says that I am very sweet, I always look at her with wondering eyes. Why do you say that Mom? Are they scared of me?

I don't get why people are afraid of me. I am somewhat big...but I am a gentle giant...really, I am. Sometimes when people ask if I am friendly I bark to say "YES! Wanna play?"

Mom says that people have change their minds about the breed because of me. Is that what makes me an ambassador? Do I get to wear a special vest or anything? Maybe a hat. I like hats.

So next time you see a pit bull or rottweiler, don't run in fear. Ask their owners about them and be educated....no one likes racism, even dogs. Just because I wear a certain kind of coat does not make me inherently mean. I am a good dog and they may be too.

Well, I need a nap now...

Woof. Woof.
Ambassador Ollie

Ps. The picture of me is doing my ambassador duties at The Wisconsin State Fair.