I'm so very sorry for the loss of your wife. That's heartbreaking. I forget how dear my husband is until we car caravan and he's suddenly out of sight and I panic. I'll hug him tonight. Your story was hysterical, and I'm sorry the dog and you never bonded. Good you found it a good home.
I'll also play
Big Wheels in the Moonlight tonight and think of you. Husband parked on the side of SO many highways so I could videotape oncoming trucks. I hope it's been a deeply satisfying profession.
We got an RV that he was never able to drive. 37 feet was just too much. We got as far as the Mississippi before he pulled off and said the trip had just ended as he couldn't cross the bridge in a bus. So we spent a month in IL watching soybeans grow. Actually loved it. Drove home at 30mph on highways with me in the car detached behind to save him from big trucks. A kind person parked it in our driveway and it's been there ever since, an extra room on the house.
Once she accepted me was a very nice dog. My wife spoiled her rotten and I didn’t go that distance.
When my wife was in the hospital the last time the pooch knew something was wrong.
I loved truck driving. I got to see every state and a good part of Canada. I met great people and not so great people. Saw beautiful country, drove in every type of weather.
37 feet is a big vehicle for someone not used to it.
Pulling a 57 foot trailer I had a hard time driving my pickup truck while home.
I had a Dodge with 4 speed + overdrive. I was always trying to shift into 6th gear. NOT GOOD!
And backing up was a nightmare. I would subconsciously steer the way I did in the rig.
The kids would laugh their butts off.
In a few years I am going to outfit a van and tour the country. Off the interstate highways, all US and state routes.