Here I was sitting in my cell facing death row when I overheard ¨rescue groups will be driving Miss Daisy to Montreal, Canada¨. My huge ears perked up and I ¨thought that`s me, I`m Miss Daisy¨. Someone from what we call ¨cold country¨ was saving my life.
You see, I`m from down south Georgia, and I spent my life hunting. Problem is I`m a Bluetick Coonhound, but instead of chasing raccoons I had more fun chasing the chickens from the neighborhood farm. This farmer neighbor raised chickens who would eventually get plucked, cooked and eaten by humans. The south is known for it`s fried chicken, my way is much faster and more fun. Farmer wasn`t impressed and I was sent to the pound.
Down in Georgia prison inmates come and care for us at the pound, each one of us is assigned to someone who becomes our friend. Likewise we pass through their lives and become a friend until we get adopted.
Unfortunately because of my taste for chicken I was not going to find a home and was facing imminent death. Sophie heard my story and decided I deserved a new life with no chickens to tempt me.
Also I hear dogs up here wear boots and jackets in winter, I can`t wait to try that on!