I drove truck for rock’n’roll. My 303rd day on the road in 1975, I hit and killed a German Shepherd. He died with head up, mouth open, telling me: “Stay on the road, you die. Get off the road, you live!”

Next day, took his advice and quit. Thank Dog.

Glenn Schiffman drove a big rig for the entertainment industry for 20+ years. He currently lives in Montana where he writes, tells stories, and hangs out with his grandsons.