Truckers with Dogs Read an interesting story the other day about a trucker who's dog ran away while he was at a truck stop.
Seems he called his dispatcher and said he'd be delayed a bit cuz his dog ran away and he had to find him. The understanding dispatcher said he could find his dog later or look for another job, so the poor guy left his dog and put a cry out for help on his CB. The local community got wind of the story and responded.
They located the lost pooch and he was reunited with his owner in about a week. The story was a bit of a "tear jerker", but I understand as I have a pooch that with me constantly who is a dedicated and loyal companion. Unlike my wife who I love dearly, Lulu never gets pissed at anything I do – although she does get a puzzled look on her face from time to time.
Anyway that story got me to wondering – how many truckers have a pooch as a road companion? I remember years ago when Frank a trucker and close family friend, now long gone, had a small Chihuahua that was his constant companion on the road. I think part of the reason Frank passed was that "Loopy" died only a few months before and Frank had a broken heart. Anyway – how about sharing your story about a four-legged driving companion? I'll read it to Lulu as she loves to ride.
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I had a companion, Choo-Choo, a ShihTsu, and he loved 'his' truck. He supposably caught a virus in the southwest and died about 3 wks later, which no doubt broke my heart, so I can understand Franks story. That was in 2000 and I haven't had a dog since, I'd be scared to death every time one sneezed. He went every where in the U.S. and he had his own places to use the bathroom and new the same paths by heart. He knew when he got to Nashville he was close to home, he'd get excited, and that 250 more miles to go, I guess he knew he was getting close to the mtns. difference in the atmosphere from the west. When He got home he would run back and forth thru the house, one happy dog. His favorite toy, I had to get at Love's, it was a lizard with a squeaky in it, with his main objective, to get it out. He even slept with it in his mouth. He loved elk jerky from Cabelo's in Neb. and knew the difference between that and beef jerky. His favorite spot was the gear shift, laying his head on it, and the little window on the door. The bikers in Daytona got a real kick out of him barking at them riding down the strip. If you didn't bring him a treat after eating, he would pout for quite awhile, and he let you know he was disappointed, so that didn't happen very often. He only fell out of the truck 'one' time, at Speedco, on the concrete, that done it for him, once was a enough, but, scared me to death though. Of course he had to try everything I ate, including salad with Italian dressing, but I think that was the only time, he choked it down, but not without a look that said, 'how in the world do you eat this stuff?' I guess I laughed at him more than I have laughed in a long time, he was a barrel of fun, and so loveable. He was the best companion I ever had, and I still miss him after 8 yrs. I'm sure there is a doggy heaven for one that special. But, everybody's beloved pet is special, as I'm sure all can atest to.
Thanks Karen - a great story and I'm sure Choo-Choo was a great dog and is certainly in doggie heaven wherever it may be. Lulu's a Malti-poo - that's really a mutt with a fancy name, but I'll bet she and Choo-Choo would have gotten along great.
'Choo-Choo and Lulu', yeah I'd say so, sounds like a nice couple or a good story