An interview with Bagel Cerda

My story actually starts at the Defiance County dog pound.  I was kind of a ruff-coifed beagle, not the kind of guy you would want your daughter dating.  I had pretty much given up getting out of the pound alive when I got sent to Beagle rescue.  I was a class A jerk, but now I am domesticated.  I love to sit around the house, eat, get brisk full-body scratches and cuddle with the human.  Yikes.  Being a house pet is the best thing since sliced possum!  Don’t you want me in your family?