Mackey came to B.O.N.E.S. from a bad situation in central Massachusetts. He was underweight and limped painfully. X-rays revealed a displaced femur fracture in his right hind leg – it was amazing that Mackey could use the leg at all. The options didn't look hopeful, but with help from the B.O.N.E.S. Medical Director, a carefully-structured exercise program, and a lot of TLC, he can now lead a normal life.
As Mackey recovered from his injuries, long-time B.O.N.E.S. adopter John was mourning the loss of his long-time beagle companion, Hudson, whose "Chronicles" were documented here for many years. John was settling into a new job with lots of driving, and Mackey loved to ride... a great match. John and Mackey will both share their viewpoints with us on this page.
Greetings from Baltimore — or as I like to call it, Playa Del Curtis Bay. That has more of an exotic ring to it, especially in January.
I'm enjoying a rare Saturday off. Mackey is curled up in the passenger seat snoring while I catch up on paperwork and update you, his adoring fans, on what we've been up to.
Last month, we were involved in the second annual Pittsfield (Maine) holiday parade. The float crew spent a couple of weeks building the float, which was the Polar Express. I'd like to know how much time was spent on design before they even cut the first board. They brought us up from Baltimore the week prior so they could transform the truck into a locomotive.
I always thought that they had us do these special events because I always keep the truck cleaned and polished, but, it's all about the beagle! Regardless, I still enjoy participating in all the special events the company does, even if it's nothing more than being Mackey's driver.
Next week, we're headed to Florida to a job that is just starting up, so hopefully we will be able to escape this cold for a while.
John and I were brought home a while ago to participate in another parade. Thankfully, I didn't have to wear a costume. John seems to enjoy dressing in costumes, but I guess I have more dignity. I'd rather not lower myself to those standards.
Anyway, the parade went well, and I enjoyed all the kids yelling "Look at that train!" and "Hey look, a dog!".
I never heard anyone yell, "Hey look, a truck driver!", though. I'm glad John isn't smart enough to be offended when I get all the attention.
Anyway, the holidays are behind us, and it's back to the routine — eating, sleeping, and being top dog at the job sites!
I'd like to close with these winter words of wisdom:
Never make snow angels in a dog park!
