09/03/2026
Some people say I’m sweet, so I suppose Meringue is a fitting name.
But the people at HSPPR don’t know the real me.
I came in as a stray, so they don’t know what I’ve been through. They certainly don’t know what it took for me to become this sweet. Because I wasn’t always sweet.
In fact, I came to Colorado under the cover of night to escape a situation that I’ve only recently felt safe enough to talk about.
And I’m telling you this because I trust you. But you must not tell another soul. Human or dog.
It all started last year when I was moonlighting on a farm, protecting livestock from some pretty nasty coyotes. At first, it was just a job. Keep watch. Protect the livestock. Chase off the coyotes. Go home. Simple.
Until I realized those coyotes were a lot more organized than I initially thought.
And unfortunately, I wasn’t working alone. There was another dog.
I could tell you his name. But I don’t know if the coyote ring has eyes on this Facebook account. So for now, we’ll call him Gary.
At first, I trusted him. We worked together. We patrolled together. We even shared a water bowl. Looking back, that was my first mistake.
I thought he was my partner. Turns out, he had secrets too.
I’m not saying we were involved. I’m just saying that when things went south, we both knew it was time to leave. Separately. In different directions. And definitely not together.
So I came to Colorado. I changed my name. I kept my head down. And eventually, I found myself at HSPPR.
They call me Meringue now. They think I’m sweet. And I really am. But if anyone from the coyote ring asks, I was never here. You never met me. And you definitely never read this Facebook post.
