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.
Good morning everybody, We are getting ready for our next trip which will take us down to Florida. After the past few days of snow storms, it will be nice to get down to the sunshine state! Our latest adventure took us out to California, where we had a power unit to pick up and deliver to Westbrook, ME. John loaded it back in June of last year and took it out to be repaired. We loaded some jet skis in Champlain NY that were headed to the LA area. It was a nice light load, which is always a nice change.
This was the first trip out since John had the injectors replaced in the motor, and had the motor tuned up. He didn't seem to notice any difference in the performance. There should have been more power on the hills. He figured that maybe there was a break-in period. Well, he was wrong. After a few days, he was pulling a hill and all of a sudden, there was a loud bang! Black smoke was billowing out of the stacks, and the truck would barely move. John pulled over, opened the hood and found that a clamp had broken going to the turbo. John carries spare clamps, since this is known to happen periodically. After the new clamp was put on, there seemed to be an increase in power, so maybe the clamp was loose the whole time and finally broke. Anyway, things seemed to be working properly.
Saturday morning, we got up in Liberal, KS (the home of Dorothy, from the Wizard of Oz) to freezing rain and freezing fog. We came into Tucomcari, NM and just got onto I-40 when traffic came to a stop. there was a serious wreck that shut down the hi way for 3 hours. A car crossed the interstate and hit a truck head-on, which hit another vehicle. There was a fatality and the cleanup took a while. That is one of the parts of trucking that is difficult. Something like that stays with you for a long time.
Sunday, we were able to have a quick visit in Barstow, CA with a friend that was headed east. After that, we headed into LA and made out deliveries Monday. From there, we headed north and loaded a street sweeper in Sequoia National Park. That was going back to the town of Maine, NY. Then we headed up to Palo Alto, to get the power unit going to Westbrook. After that, we went to Pahrump, NV where John had an old pickup truck cab to get for another trucker in Maine. When we got there to load the cab, the guy asked John if he could take a cab to Massachusetts. We had room, so we loaded up and off we went.
We stopped to fuel up in Arizona, and after John fueled and got a shower, we went for a walk. I did my business, sniffed around and then time to go back to the truck. I had found some mud, so after John unhooked the leash, he reached for a rag to wipe my feet. At that moment, I saw some people I hadn't met yet, so I bolted over to say hi. They were going inside, so I just went in with them. I had so much fun running all around saying hi and exploring. That place was HUGE! Well, anyway, John finally tracked me down, hooked me up, and we were off again.
We had one final pick up in PA, where we had to pick up a small excavator for a friend here in Durham. It was a trick to try to fit it on the trailer, but the guys where we picked it up were great. John unloaded the sweeper, they loaded the excavator, John put the sweeper back on and they put the boom down alongside the sweeper. It was so tight, that they couldn't close the door on the excavator. Since we only had a three hour trip to where we had to deliver the sweeper, it was no big deal. John checked his air pressure gauges and realized that we, no HE, was overweight. No problem, since we were only going three hours up the road. We headed north on US 61 and got onto I-80, and guess what? Scales were open! John got off the exit just before the scales, and there we sat, for about three hours, until the scales closed. Then we had a nice leisurely trip up to Maine, NY, where we would unload in the morning. Oh, the life of an outlaw. We made all of our deliveries in the next couple of days and made it home without any problems. That about does it for our latest adventure.
Hudson, the semi-beagle.
