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 firstname.lastname@example.org!
Good morning. It's a Sunday morning here in Durham, Maine, and we are having a lazy weekend before we have to go up north and deliver a spool of cable to a ski area.
We had a decent trip since the last time I checked in. John had some machinery to pick up out in LA that was coming back to a college here in Maine. We loaded up an antique tractor going out to Wisconsin, and then had some pipe in New York that was going to Washington state. The owner of the tractor drove it up the ramps onto the trailer. Maybe he was sentimental and wanted to drive it one more time, or maybe he didn't trust John with the ramps. Anyway, they got it loaded and chained down, and off we went.
When we got to Wisconsin, John had to unload the tractor. It was funny to watch. Every time John let up on the clutch, the front end would jump up in the air. It looked like he was racing a dragster! He got it down the ramps and got it stuck in the ditch. Little did we know, this was a little foreshadowing for what was to come...
After John unloaded the tractor, we went about 20 miles and loaded some landscaping stone going out to Washington, near where we were taking the pipe. After we made the two deliveries, we went up to Spokane and spent a few days with John's sister and family.
The following week, John found out that the machinery in LA was not ready. Instead, he found a load of boom lifts that were going back to Ohio and then Maine.
After we got loaded, we headed east. Our route would take us across 90 through Washington, Idaho, Montana, and then a short cut through a corner of Wyoming, and into South Dakota. For two days there were storm warnings from Montana, all the way across to Iowa—severe thunder storms, with hail and winds up to sixty miles an hour. Tornadoes were also thrown into the mix.
We made it as far as Wall, South Dakota when we saw the wall of black headed right toward us! It got as dark as night, the wind started picking up and the skies opened up. Pretty soon, the truck was being blown all over the road, the hail was pelting the truck and the wind was blowing sideways so hard that it blew the windshield wipers off! I was so scared, I was at John's feet by the pedals. He was scared, too! He wanted to get down there with me!
We were just crawling down the interstate trying to drive through the storm. If we stopped, we may get rear-ended. The visibility was zero, and we were being blown all over the road. John drove over the rumble strips and realized we were near the edge, so he started to ease left back onto the road. Next thing, the truck suddenly leaned way over to the left. I thought we were being blown over! Then the truck started jumping and bucking, and I then realized that we weren't getting blown over. John ran off the road and got us stuck in the ditch again! Just like he did with the tractor earlier in the trip.
When he felt the rumble strips, he thought we were on the right side shoulder, but we were actually on the LEFT side shoulder. When he eased left, he "eased" over into the center median! To make matters worse, there had been recent construction, so there was no grass—just fresh dirt which was now MUD.
After about ten minutes, the storm passed and we finally got to see just what kind of predicament we were in. The trailer was still partially in the travel lane on the interstate. John called 911 to report what had happened, he was told they would get a sheriff there as soon as they could, but there were several accidents that were blocking the highway.
After about an hour, a sheriff showed up, and another hour, the wrecker showed up and hooked on and winched the truck out.
This little adventure cost $725.00! As John kept saying, it could have been worse. There could have been major damage to the truck, or there could have been cars and trucks piled up under and on top of us.
I have now heard John telling people that he has refined his fair weather trucker status. Now he won't drive in rain as well as snow. He won't even go out if there is a heavy dew in the morning. I wonder how he is going to keep me fed with this new attitude.
That's about all to report for now.
Hudson, the semi-beagle