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.
Hi to everyone,
I'm home with John and we are getting ready for a trip down to Greensboro, NC. We had a little snow the day before yesterday, which is way too early, so we are glad to be heading south.
I have an official announcement to make. I have been given a new name by one of John's friends who is also a trucker. I guess you could call it my official trucker CB handle. Anyway, I am now known as "Hudson, the semi beagle". I think it sounds good.
Thanks to everyone who made the Beagle Bash so much fun. It was fun to see everyone and make new friends. I can't speak for John, but I look forward to the bash every year. Luckily, for the past three years, our schedule has allowed us to attend.
Since my last update, we have had a couple of shorter trips than usual. We had to stay around because one of John's friends got married in September. I wasn't invited for some reason. Later that evening, after the wedding, while we were getting ready to go home, I made a new friend. John was putting his stuff in the pickup when his mom started telling him to call Hudson, quickly. I don't know why they didn't like my new friend, he seemed nice to me. Well anyway, we sniffed each other to get acquainted and then went our separate ways. I didn't see why they made such a big deal about my new friend, Mr. Skunk. I hope we get to play together next time we're at John's moms house!
On one of out trips, We took some steel to a coal mine in Hillsboro, Il. The day we delivered, it had been raining all night and was still raining hard. The road to the mine was flooded in several spots. When John was done he was so wet he looked like...well...a wet dog. It rained all day and into the next day where he had to load a load of roofing supplies that needed to be tarped. I actually felt sorry for him. Especially later in the day, when, while fueling up, a lady fueling next to us called over and said "Hey handsome!" John turned around to say hi, and realized she was talking to me. Sometimes he acts like such a loser. I mean, why would anyone talk to him that way? We caught up to a friend who loaded at the same place. He was headed to Long Island and we were headed to Massachusetts. We met up at a truck stop in Pennsylvania, and spent the day hanging out, working on the trucks, and looking for Scotty's wallet. He was nice though and read to me in the afternoon. He made fun of John all the time. I like him!
Our other trip took us down to Knoxville, Tn. We had several stops along the way, in Maryland and North Carolina. On the way down, we stopped in Virginia, to have lunch with John's sisters. During lunch, John got a call — our friend lost his battle with cancer. He was John's friend of 20 years, but he was my friend as well. He let me get up in his lap along with his two Pugs. He was a friend to all and will be missed. Obviously, we had to rearrange our travel plans. From Knoxville, we were supposed to head to Memphis to join a friend and attend some drag racing the following weekend. We canceled the races and were able to find a load back home. I guess I must have had cancer on my mind because I felt a lump on the top of my head. I panicked because I was sure it was a brain tumor. I had John look at it and as it turned out, it was only a tick. I guess I may have overreacted.
After we got home, John had some friends over from a trucking company where it all started years ago, to toast and remember their friend. I wish I understood people talk. I understand laughter and there sure was a lot of it that night. Just goes to show what kind of person he was.
To end on a happy note, we were lucky enough to be able to help transport a fellow B.O.N.E.S. beagle to his forever home. Saturday, we picked up Jet in York, ME and took him down to Chelmsford, MA to his forever home. He would make a good trucker beagle! He spent the first part of the trip looking out the windshield, then he laid down and went to sleep like a veteran of the highway. I'm sure life for him will be as good as the rest of us are enjoying. Thanks again for B.O.N.E.S.!
Hudson, the semi-beagle
