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.
Merry Christmas from Dodge City, AL. That's right, I said Alabama. Just one of the many things John learns from Driving all over the country. Me, I could care less! What's the big deal about a town called Dodge City, in Alabama? In fact, I haven't even seen a Dodge yet, and we've been here two days already!
Anyway, since we last checked in, John and I were in Bakersfield, CA waiting to load a load of engine stands going to the Air National Guard in Chicopee, MA. It was a light load and an easy to load and strap. these are few and far between, so we had an easy, uneventful trip home. Well, after we spent two days at the Peterbilt dealership, that is. John was working on the truck Sunday, when he noticed some oil on a couple of air lines coming from the air compressor. Now even John knows that air lines should not have oil in or on them. Upon further inspection, John found out that the compressor, that he replaced a month ago had a blown head gasket, and was leaking oil and air. This is a problem, since the compressor is basically a small engine, which, in turn is connected to the main engine of the truck. If the compressors head gasket got worse, it could ruin the compressor and possibly send internal parts into the main engine. We went to the Peterbilt dealership after we loaded on Monday, and they had to ship a compressor from Las Vegas overnight.
Fortunately, the compressor was covered by warranty, but, since John had i t installed at Terry's shop, the labor wasn't covered. The ironic thing is that Peterbilt's policy is that John won't get his money until Peterbilt gets their money from the manufacturer. So, John is out 700 dollars, until Peterbilt decides to re-reimburse him the 400.00 for the compressor. Meanwhile, we are still waiting for an answer on the brand new tire from a couple of months ago.
Anyway, once we were up and running, we had a good trip across country.
Some friends invited me to their company Christmas party, not far from where we delivered. I asked if I could bring John, and they reluctantly agreed. They are brothers who have a small trucking company. We have spent many Saturday afternoons laughing, washing trucks and having a good time. That is where John leaves his trailer when we go to the Beagle Bash.
Anyway, we went to the party, I had a couple of friends to play with namedHudson Roxy and Peanut. John knew all the drivers and some of the family members there, so he seemed to have a good time. At least he didn't stand in a corner all night long, I found the easy marks at the party that would fall for my sad, dark eyes, and got my fair share of food. I even tried for some beer, but struck out with that. After a while I found a nice quiet place to catch a nap.
It was a really nice weekend, and I think John really appreciated Bob and Richard thinking of him, well, me, and inviting me, us, to join them.
The following Monday, we delivered our load and the next three days we reloaded 4 partials going down south. John decided to stay out over Christmas, so he could get a couple tractors back up to New England. One tractor, he has been trying to get for over a month. He figured that if we went home for Christmas, it might be a while before we could get down to Georgia, between the slow economy and his lack of motivation, once we got home. So here we are in Dodge city, AL enjoying a rainy Christmas day.
For me, it doesn't matter where I am, because I am thankful for all the people at B.O.N.E.S. that have made my life a better life and for all the other people and beagles that have been given a better life because of their dedication.
Thank you, and Happy holidays!
Hudson, the semi-beagle
