Hudson was rescued by B.O.N.E.S. from a bad situation in Limington, ME. After the gentleman called 911 (and subsequently passed away), the local ACO found 20 dogs living in squalid conditions.
B.O.N.E.S. took most of them and found them new homes. Overall, Hudson was in very good shape but when he had his physical, they found a serious mast cell tumor in his nose. As much as possible was removed.
B.O.N.E.S. wanted to find a wonderful home for Hudson and we did. John is a long-haul trucker that had lost his beagle companion of 13 years. He wanted a new companion. Luckily John found Hudson (or Hudson found John). It was a wonderful match. Hudson reported in regularly, and we share his "Chronicles" on this page.
Happy Easter!
John and I are in Grand Bay, Alabama waiting to pick up a load in Gulfport, Mississippi tomorrow. Things have been pretty busy for us since I last checked in. John has been getting some long trips, which has allowed us to put some miles under our belts and get some money rolling in. Right now, John is saving up for eight new drive tires that will put a big dent in the checkbook.
Last week, we went to Cape Cod and loaded an army truck at the National Guard base that was going to Fort Bliss, TX. There was room on the trailer, so we found a couple partials to go with the truck. First was a CNC machine in North Easton, MA. It was a small business in a residential area that was up a narrow driveway behind two houses. We pulled up the street and then I heard John mumbling something that I don't think should be repeated. Then he stopped mumbling and a grin came across his face. If this were a cartoon, the light bulb would have appeared above his head. Anyway, he turned right onto a narrow street across from the driveway and backed across the street and up the driveway into the machine shop. Even I was proud of him on this maneuver. After he was loaded, the owner had to come out and block traffic, because John couldn't make the swing, either right, or left, so he had to go across the street and back into the main street, exactly the same way we went in. From there, the other pick-up went smoothly, and we were off to Kansas and then Texas.
We made our two deliveries in Fort Scott, KS and Wichita, KS, and then spent the weekend in Alamogordo, NM. Early Sunday morning, we both woke up to a terrible crash around 2 AM. There was a truck that had fueled up and when he was leaving, he turned too soon, and ran his trailer up and over the concrete pillar that supported the canopy. Fortunately, he didn't tear the canopy down, but he did tear the tool box off the trailer and also ripped the axle off of the trailer. The next morning, John helped strip off all the damaged parts and chain the axle up so the driver could take it to get repaired. Poor guy was going to have an expensive repair bill!
Monday, we delivered our truck to Fort Bliss, and headed back to Alamogordo, where we had some more military freight to load the next day at Holloman AFB. About two in the morning, John got me up and took me out so we could watch the Lunar eclipse, or "blood moon," as everyone was calling it. I guess it was pretty cool, but I didn't see it. I was too busy with my nose to the ground. I've got priorities!
We got loaded the next morning with Aircraft parts going to Tyndall AFB just outside Panama City, FL.
When we arrived, we went through security, and then we got an escort who took us on base and down along the runway to one of the repair hangers. It was very cool, because as we were going along the edge of the runway, there were fighter jets taking off and landing, right alongside! It was just like from the movie Top Gun, when he's racing the jets on his motorcycle. (Except we were going faster! And I'm way cooler than Tom Cruise!)
Next, we went up to Gulf Breeze, FL to pick up a trailer going to San Antonio, TX. It rained all night and the in the morning, it was pouring. A roll-back had to be hired to load the trailer onto our trailer. I felt sorry for the operator and John. They were both drenched by the time it was loaded. As a matter of fact, the inside of the sleeper was pretty soggy as well. After 21 years of service, and over 2 million miles, the old Pete has a few leaks that can't be found. So John gets out the containers and towels and tries to make do, the best he can.
Yesterday, we stopped in Mobile, AL so John could go and see the USS Alabama memorial. I had to stay in the truck. It must have been a good tour, because John was gone for over six hours! Now I know what you're all thinking... "Hudson, how do you know that? You can't tell time!" I only know because I overheard John talking to one of his friends and he mentioned the time. Even though I've spent the last 7 years around truck drivers, I haven't picked up their bad habits, like telling lies... excuse me, "mistruths," as they're called in Washington. Don't get me started on THAT subject.
Well, I guess I've rambled on long enough. Happy Easter!
Hudson, the semi-beagle.
