Hudson is a beagle 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 but his condition will forever remain unknown - it might come back and it might not. 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. This is a wonderful match. Hudson and John have started e-mailing us notes from the road and we want to share them with you.
**NEW** Now you can email Hudson since he has his very own B.O.N.E.S. email address! Write to him at email@example.com!
Happy Labor Day from Rawlings, WY. We are here taking our 34-hour break.
The rules say that after 70 hours "on duty" we have to take a 34-hour rest period. John just finished waxing the truck, greasing the truck and trailer, and putting protective covers on some brake lines. While he was doing this, I was wandering around the parking lot exploring. There is lots of wildlife out here, some of which I'm glad I haven't met in person. We finished up just as it clouded over and started to rain.
We are on our way back from our second trip out to California. On the first trip, we loaded some machinery going to LA. From there, we headed up to Fresno for a generator, and then to San Francisco for some machinery, all going back to the Boston area.
On our way from Fresno to San Francisco, the front air bag on the truck blew out, so John had to replace it. Fortunately, he carries a spare. We were at a truck stop for the night, so at least he wasn't doing it on the side of the road, like he has done in the past. Of course, it was the one that was behind the power steering box, so he had to move the lines out of the way, and work around the steering box. It took an hour and a half, but it didn't cost John anything, for once!
The next day, we found out the load in San Francisco wouldn't be ready until Monday, so we were able to visit with the relatives in the Bay Area. Friday, they left me in the truck while they went somewhere. When they got back, I knew immediately where they had been... PIZZA! I could smell it in the car. If they would have only let me in the trunk, I would have been one happy beagle.
Then, while we were walking past a pet groomer, I stuck my nose inside to see what was happening, and the next thing I know, I'm up on the table getting brushed. John's cousin (also named John) decided that I needed to be "spruced up" just in case I met an attractive canine (his words). He's a police inspector, so he uses some funny words.
All in all, it was a pretty busy weekend. Saturday and Sunday mornings we went for some long walks on nearby trails and parks. I don't think either of the John's do this very often, because they were huffing and puffing pretty much all the way. The further we went, the slower they walked! Monday morning, we said goodbye and headed into the city to get loaded and head back east.
That about does it for now.
Hudson, the semi-beagle