The Bus Driver's Dog Sat Next to Me Every Morning for Seven Years. When the New Driver Said No Dogs, I Took Him Home. A Year Later, the Department of Transportation Called — and Everything Changed.

Synopsis

I have to tell you how the dog came to be named Bus Driver, because the name tells you everything about Harold, and Harold matters to this story even though Harold is gone. Harold got the dog as a puppy, about a year into his own years of driving the bus, and Harold — who had a particular dry Iowa sense of humor — thought it was very funny to bring the…