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Ruff Riders of America

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Ruff Riders of America

a group for those of us out here on the road with our furry little buddies. and those that wish to support us!

Location: somewhere out there
Members: 29
Latest Activity: Oct 10, 2010

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Comment by Sheila Lynch on November 12, 2009 at 9:37pm
Hi, my name is Darby and I travel around with my Dad in his Frieghtliner. Love being with him, but I am definitely a hand full. Sometimes, he just needs a break from me, so he drops me off at my Mom's and I get to pester her and my brother Cosmo.
Comment by Manda and Chloe on November 3, 2009 at 10:07pm
this is frank,i started this page for Henry since i no longer have him and no longer have the page anymore i no longer have control of it.So i dont quite know what to do
Comment by Tammey & Caven on April 26, 2009 at 7:57pm
I recently sent this to to an other member in response to her concern over her dog eating too fast and then thought that maybe my trucker friends would relate to this storey a bit more.

Most of the time Tammey feeds Bear and I guess I usually have my head too deep in my own food bowl to notice what he is doing but, a while back I noticed that we have the very same problem (eating too fast) with Bear that you are having with Ein.

I was on my way south out of Arkansas with an ice storm on my tail and ,although I was starving, I didn't want to take the time to stop and eat and risk having the ice storm catch up with us. I hate trying to drive on ice and I was in Tennessee or Alabama, I really don't remember where we were but, we were still in the mountains and it was freezing cold, wet, Friday night and traffic just sucked. Tammey had crawled into bed (in the sleeper, I am a truck driver I always assume everyone knows that) about two hours earlier and I could hear her softly snoring over the sound of my six hundred hoursepower engine when I spotted a Pilot Truck stop with a big Mc Donalds sign lighting up the parking lot. So, I pulled in and ask Tammey if she wanted any thing. She mumbled something about the cold and sleep and I clearly heard the word "hell" and "I've got a gun" so I just let her rest and ran in and got two twenty piece chicken nuggets and a large coffee.

Back in the cab, I put one of the twenty pieces in the over head compartment to share with Tammey later and opened the other and put it on the dash and a pack of honey mustard in one of the cup holders and was rolling again in under ten minutes. As I left the parking lot I noticed that Bear was watching the Chicken nuggets with a look on his face like he just knew that they were going to sprout wings again and fly out the window at any moment. So, I grabbed one, test bited it to make sure that it was not too hot, and gave it to him. Now this is where it gets confusing for me.

I turned out of the parking lot and start climbing up the entrance ramp onto the highway and up the mountain highway in crappy weather on a friday night and every hillbilly on the road is driving like somebody just screamed last call. Now, I usually don't have any trouble matching the flow of traffic in my truck but, going up hill fully loaded I am having to work it. As I said earlier, I have a great big Caterpillar motor and an eighteen speed transmission so it's not in me to hold up traffic. So, as I am watching the cars whiz by and grabbing gears and am just hammering on it trying to get into the traffic Bear jumps off of his seat and starts nudging my arm with his cold little wet nose. So, between gears, I grab a nugget and slip it to him just as some bubba cuts across in front of me and hits his brakes. I respond by flipping on my jakes, dropping about four gears slipping out into the fast lane, nudge nudge, give Bear a nugget and stomping on the gas. I grab a couple of gears, nudge nudge, give Bear a nugget and then someother bubba realizes that he almost by past the beer store and slams on his brakes right in front of me and cuts across two lanes of traffic just in time to make the exit. I slam on my brakes and drop from seventy to about twenty almost slam into the rear of bubbas pickup, nudge nudge, drop Bear a nugget, and start grabbing the gears again.

I hit two maybe three gears ,nudge nudge nugget, change lanes back to the slow lane and hit a real hard climb. Way up the hill I can see a company truck struggeling to climb the mountain and the cars in the fast lane are just flying past and not a one of them is even thinking about letting me over so I know that I have to squeeze some serious speed out of my truck to get around the truck up ahead or be stuck riding behind him at 25 mph for the next lord knows how long trying to pass, nudge nudge nugget,. Again, I drop a couple of gears and start mashing on it, nudge nudge nugget. Tenth gear I am running maybe fifty so I let it wind up a bit, nudge nugget. Eleventh, twelveth, nudge nudge nugget, thirteenth, fourteenth, nudge nudge nugget,. I am running about seventy five and the truck up ahead is getting real close when, nudge nudge nugget, there is a small opening in the fast lane, nudge nudge nugget. As I slide over into the fast lane I let off the gas for just a moment and let my jake brake bark away the cars that are trying to squeeze between me and the other truck, nudge nudge nugget,. I shoot past the slow truck and jump back into the slow lane, nudge nudge nugget, just in time to see the sign for my exit up a head, nudge nudge nugget.

I swing my truck onto the exit ramp, nudge nudge nugget, and loose a few gears and am just thrilled to see a long dry and clear southbound highway ahead of me, nudge nudge nugget. It only takes me a few minutes to get her up into eighteenth gear nudge nudge nugget, and set the cruise at a nice safe seventy five.

Finally able to relax, I take my first sip of coffee, still hot enough to burn my lips ahhh, and reach for my first chicken nugget only to find the box is empty. When I look over to Bear he has jumped back up onto the passenger seat and is looking back and forth from me to the over head compartment where the other twenty piece is tucked away. On his face is a look that clearly says "Papa, please before they fly away"!
Comment by Tammey & Caven on February 28, 2009 at 12:36pm
Hello to all of my Trucker friends out there. I just posted a blog on the main page about an interesting place in South Floridia that you can actually get your truck in and take your Corgi. Check it out it was a fun visit for us.
Comment by Jessie on January 28, 2009 at 6:56pm
Ooo ouchie, what's up with the totaled care? O.o;;
Comment by MixedPair on November 5, 2008 at 9:30pm
Another friend of mine with 2 corgis talks about his "mohair carpet- it's mo' hair than it is carpet!"
Comment by MixedPair on November 5, 2008 at 9:24pm
Hey guys, I'm not a trucker, but my breeder had a really cute story about one... She said that several years ago, a trucker's wife got a puppy from her, to keep her company while her husband was gone. A few days after they picked the dog up, the lady called saying "Help, help, my dog is gone and I need a new one!" The breeder freaked out-- but it turned out that the trucker husband had fallen in love with the corgi and taken him on the road. Funny! I can imagine that a corgi would be a really nice companion.
Comment by Nicola Porter on November 4, 2008 at 8:03pm
My Max couldn't jump into a truck if his life depended on it. Made it difficult to take him places. Hopefully LO will be a little bit more athletic.
Comment by Erika M & Clyde the Wonderdog on October 28, 2008 at 6:10am
Hi Henry. I'm not a trucker, but my Clyde does enjoy cruising in my Mustang. Does that count? How do they get up into the truck with their short little legs?
Comment by Kathy and Jillie on October 28, 2008 at 12:36am
You are sooooooooooooo right ...its cold in South Carolina! And north of Asheville, NC they are getting snow....possibly 1 to 2 inches! Don't know the direction your going.....be careful out there!
 

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