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.
Greetings from San Antonio Florida!
John and I had a great time at the Beagle Bash and enjoyed meeting lots of people and beagles during to day. I even got to see some of my cousins from Limington which was a treat. I was a little nervous about John, he doesn't get out much, but I think he behaved himself and acted like an adult.
The week of the bash we did a quick trip out to Ohio and things went well except for a little mishap at one of the places we loaded. John went to move his truck out of the way of another who needed to back into a loading dock. while he as doing this, he hit a concrete pillar that was on the edge of the parking lot. It damaged the bumper and fender and there is bright yellow paint on both. When anybody asks what happened, he tells them the paint came from a school bus full of nuns, orphans and puppies that he pushed off some railroad tracks with the truck. What a liar. How can you tell if a trucker is lying? His lips are moving. Sorry, I know its old but I couldn't help myself.
Our latest trip brought us here to Florida. We loaded a car in Maine, a machine in Boston and finally, some lumber in South Carolina. All three delivered in the Tampa area. John has had me on a tight leash since he says there are alligators down here. I don't understand... I like everyone. Why can't I play with an alligator? I guess that's what I have to expect, living with him...he thinks he is smarter than I am.
Freight continues to be slow so we had to spend the weekend here. Yesterday, while we were going for a walk, John stepped on an anthill and had red ants all over his feet. I have to watch out for him as well as me I guess. How do you humans survive on your own? I guess that's all for now. Happy Halloween!
Hudson, and him
