Someone yelled “Rescue wagon’s here!” and all I knew was that I was going. I was leaving, even though some people were not so sure.
You see, the rescue wagon holds three crates and I was Bulldog number four. Guess who drew the short straw? Me. There was no crate for me and I was going to have to wait for a while. In the back of my mind, I kept thinking, “Just open that door one more time and I am out of here. “
And just like magic, the rescue lady opened the door to get a bottle of water and that’s all it took. I jumped in and I held on for dear life. I wrapped my paws around the head rest and the rest is history. I was leaving the Smoky Mountains behind and I was headed west.
The ride was long and I stood up the entire way! I laughed, I sneezed, I licked some ears, I was smelling hairspray and I was “IN LOVE.” I was so happy. While the other Bulldogs barked, cried and paced, I stood stoic, looking straight ahead, thinking about my new life, my new family… and the fact that I was almost in the front seat and I could sing the loudest!
My name is Merle Haggard and I’m 1 year old. Follow me through rescue and watch me find my perfect furever family!
10/3/22 Update: In my foster home, I have two fur sisters and one skin sister. They all love me, of course! I get along great with all of them.
I’m living in an apartment and learning how to walk on a leash. I do really well, except when I see a squirrel. Then all bets are off. I just can’t help myself! They chatter at me and then I have to run to see what they are saying.
If you are interested in a handsome young man, I may be your guy! I’ll start looking through the résumés to find the best home for me. I’m looking forward to meeting my new mom and dad. Hurry up… I am not a patient guy!
