In 2013, UPS driver Sean McCarren created a Facebook group to pay tribute to the furry friends that make daily routes a looot happier. And it took off like a pup in the park after you unleash it. Now, UPS Dogs has over 1.4M likes on Facebook and 488K followers on Instagram. However, once you scroll through its feed, it's easy to understand why the project has become so popular. There are alpacas, deer, geese, goats, sheep, chickens and even cats too! Drivers post pictures of the cute critters they've become acquainted with along their schedule, with some of them knowing their clients' dogs for years. It's that wholesome type of content the internet has been created for.
Hey, we want a treat... Olympia, washington
"When you're running into dogs all the time, it creates a bond when you see them every day," McCarren told HuffPost. "It's cool to meet some of the same dogs on the route, because they know who you are and they are excited to see you."
According to him, the appeal of the page is that it's all positive, not negative. "There's no views of what people think about this or that, just dogs and an occasional cat, donkey, turtle or bird."
Rudy is blind as a bat, but that doesn't stop him from following the sound of my truck until I feed him! - Saint Joseph, Michigan
"This page also shows the relationship we have with the community and the impact we have on other people's families. It also shows how awesome the drivers are," he added.
The company itself admires the page greatly as well.
"It's a good example of the relationships our employees build with their customers, two- or four-legged!" a spokesperson for UPS said.
I stopped my truck and before i knew it, i had a helper. Sugarland, Texas
To: Charlie, our friendly neighborhood UPS guy
From: Jade and Jasper, to share with all the doggos on your route
Yeti likes when Dave comes to visit always gets a biscuit... Windsor, Pa
8 corgis decided to greet my UPS husband looking for treats and attention. Keene, New Hampshire
awwww. Prospect, KY.
There's a new sheriff in town...and her name is Cupcake. Her job....is maintaining law and order at the Bells Up Winery on the mean streets of Newberg, Oregon. Like the rough-and-tumble saloons of the old Wild West, the Bells Up Winery attracts more than its fair share of wine tasting drifters, cattle rustlers, outlaws, gamblers, horse thieves and assorted ne'er-do-wells...all of whom require a firm hand to keep them in line. Its a big job indeed, and one that only Cupcake can handle. She is predatory perfection personified; a pint-sized Pomeranian powerhouse in pink pineapple pajamas. A full forty-four ounces of fearless, fiery, four-legged, flesh-eating fury. She combines the tenacity of a pit bull, the razor-sharp fangs of a rattlesnake, the bone-crushing jaws of a hyena, the speed of a gazelle and the shrill, deafening howl of an air raid siren into a potent and compact package that can be concealed in a coat pocket or handbag until such time as her awesome power is deployed against the miscreant who dares to misbehave in her establishment. When the forces of evil conspire to prey upon the law-abiding citizens of the Newberg frontier, you can sleep easy knowing that the mighty Cupcake will be there to stop them! co.
By Scott Hodges
Champ is a distemper survivor, he uses a special quad wheelchair. He wanted to meet the big brown beast, which he thinks is his own personal goodies truck! Champ is my foster boy who is looking for his forever home. He is available with Shenandoah Shepherd Rescue in Virginia
Sometimes "ewe" don't know who's coming into your truck. This is Elsa. She's a house dog. I dare you to tell her otherwise!!! Her human told me to see if she'd like puppy treats. She did! He was impressed. West Central Minnesota
Here’s Bill, one of the dogs i see on my route everyday! Louisville, KY
Deliver a package in a garage turn towards my truck, then I hear a meow from behind. Portland, TN
Our delivery guy meeting our newest member of the family today. Central Illinois.
She loves being carried by the UPS man and snuggled up. Louisville, Kentucky
When you see puppy.. you hold puppy, you cradle puppy, you love on puppy, you get puppy kisses, and last but not least you take picture with puppy! I love what I do. It is by far one of the most hardest and demanding jobs I’ve ever done. However it is also the best job I could ever ask for. As a ups driver I come across a lot of things. Crazy people crazy dogs.. and then I come across some really awesome people and really amazing dogs! But between me and you I’ll always prefer seeing a good ole puppy any day! Louisville Kentucky
2 of the most beautiful dogs on my route. Cinco and Ivy. I have posted over 250 dogs on my Instagram account. I retire February 2020, I am going to miss my dog's.
This dog has had a few too many treats Central City, Nebraska
Yep! Something tells me I should not exit the package car! Just saying... Chesaw, Washington...
The deer dog Sparkles. Lake City FL
Hello from Nuremberg, Germany
Making new friends on my new route. 200lb English Mastiff.
Bowling Green, Kentucky
Me and my buddy Kai ! Burlington, Wisconsin
Our UPS drive loves our Doberman pack..
Steve in Wales, Wi with Mama Callie in the middle with baby's Sikari on the left and Reggie on the right..
Looks like a two treat kinda day. Tim Springer Orlando, Florida.
Our UPS driver Kurt saved this little baby! He was huddled up against the curb & terrified. Way to go Kurt! Poquoson, Virginia
One treat, that's all I want...promise! Caledonia, Michigan
Big doggie, Katonah, NY
Not a dog - but I was surprised to see this little guy at one of my stops.... Evansville, Indiana
Coconut enjoys visits from the UPS man. Today, she put on her UPS shirt and cap to greet her friend. Cary, NC.
Meet Ralph. He's a Bernese Mountain dog and he's this huge at only 8 months old! Glastonbury, Connecticut
Prison time is hard time.
Prison is fences. Prison is gates. Prison is orange jumpsuits, bad food, and days spent marking time on the yard.
While I am a firm believer in law and order, I am also a sucker for a sob story. Which is why for some time I have made it a point to stop every day and ease the suffering of this poor, forlorn inmate by offering her a biscuit and listening to her plaintive howls and mournful cries of the hard life she endures on “the inside” as an innocent victim who took the rap for a crime she didn’t commit and is now paying the price for a justice system that is utterly broken.
Her sad tale of woe is enough to bring a tear to the eye of even the most heartless cynic. The thin, watery gruel that passes for her nourishment; the total lack of comfort or shelter from the rain and cold; and the endless boredom and monotony that she endures in a life completely devoid of any comfort, love or affection would make even the stingiest driver reach deep into the biscuit box in order to ease her suffering.
But, shockingly, not all is as it seems. To the sharp eyed and observant delivery man, there are some “discrepancies”in her account that have caused me to question the sincerity of her story.
We begin with the watery, inadequate gruel that she claims she must subsist on. If that is the case, then who is being fed the generous quantities of premium-quality dog food that her humans regularly order and that are being delivered on a weekly basis by none other than yours truly? And how has she been able to maintain her plump tummy and sleek, healthy fur on a diet lacking in essential nutrients?
We then turn to her claims of lack of shelter and exposure to the elements. Upon the covered porch she stays on during the day sits another suspicious item I that I delivered; a deluxe sized, fleece-lined dog pillow with a telltale power cord plugged into an outlet. Why is it plugged in? Who is it for? Could it be that -gasp- she has somehow neglected to mention the inconvenient truth that the cold, hard boards she claims to have to lie upon actually have an electrically heated dog bed sitting on top of them?
We then examine the issue of her humiliating orange prison attire, and her desolate life of boredom, loneliness and despair. I have a very clear memory of delivering an orange, down-filled, rain-proof dog jacket, as well as numerous chew toys, fetching sticks, and sleeves of tennis balls to her address. Who were they for? And to add even more suspicion, there was also that occasion when I happened to be working late and drove down her road at the exact moment that the humans she claims are so neglectful of her were home from work and playing tug-of-war in the yard with a brown Labrador that looked so much like her that it could have been her twin!
Once confronted with these facts, the sordid truth emerges; I have been dealing not with a convict, but with a con *artist* who has played upon my sympathies in order to extract generous amounts of biscuits from me with the all the skill of a concert violinist. There is a sucker born every minute all right...and that sucker is me!
By Scott Hodges in Newberg, Oregon
Just another beautiful day.. Ft.Bridger, Wyoming!
The White-Goggled Pibble.
Long thought to be an object of myth and legend...dismissed by many as a mere hoax...this mysterious creature has been rumored by generations of superstitious locals to roam the lonely highways of Newberg, Oregon in the dark of night.
For thirty years I have plied my trade on these desolate back roads...always watching and always waiting...in the hopes that I might one day be fortunate enough catch a glimpse of this strange and elusive animal.
My long wait...has finally ended.
It was an ordinary winters evening, like countless others I have worked. I was in the package compartment of the truck looking for my next delivery when outside I heard the familiar pitter-patter of paws on pavement that heralded the arrival of what I assumed would be yet another in the long line of four-legged biscuit moochers to have graced my presence.
Great was my surprise then when I emerged from the back to be confronted...not with a run-of-the-mill Labrador or ordinary golden retriever...but with this goggled, ghostly apparition emerging from the darkness. I was awestruck. The fables and whispered stories were true! The White-Goggled Pibble actually existed!
Moving quickly lest he slip away, I tossed him a biscuit while grabbing my cell phone and capturing this image in one fluid motion, determined to silence the cynics who would otherwise discount my story as a tall tale. My years of patience (as well as the bribe of an additional 2 biscuits to get him to hold still for the picture) have finally yielded indisputable proof to the whole world.... that the Legend Of The White Goggled Pibble is true!
By Scott Hodges in Newberg, Oregon.
When the big brown biscuit buggy stops at our house, Zeus, Moose and King are always on their best behavior. Vinnie always delivers with a smile up at our farm, north of Minot, North Dakota
cacophony of canine con artists who cry out and carry on at the complete and comprehensive injustice of biscuit denial.
This fraudelent, phony, four-legged
feigner of famine is a perfect example of this flagrant phenomenon.
To hear her siren song of starvation, one would assume that it had been days or even weeks since her last feeding.
But her rotund girth and fluffy figure conspire to betray the duplicitous deceptions of this deceitful doggo. I am not buying what she is selling, and I am standing firm on my principles. Her demand for 15 biscuits is utterly ridiculous. I will not cave in to it. Its 9:00 in the morning, I know that she ate less than an hour ago, so in the interests of fairness and not rewarding her blatant manipulations, I will hold firm and limit her to a mere 8 biscuits. Because I *know* how to draw the line!
By Scott Hodges.
Augie the Doggie is a biscuit hoggie
Who jumps up in my truck like a big huge froggy
At the Milk Bone box he casts his gaze;
And complains he’s not been fed for days.
While I nod my head at his tale of woe,
I know full well that it just ain’t so.
Though his human loves and feeds him well,
All my biscuits have made his tummy swell.
The vet has warned that he must lose weight,
So fewer treats are now his fate.
He barks and whines and pleads his case
While looking right into my face,
He gazes deep into my eyes,
And subtly tries to hypnotize
Me into giving “just one more”
But I resist; I know the score.
Although he begs, I must say no,
He weighs too much; it must be so.
I must be strong; I cant give in,
Must do my part to get him thin.
His portion sizes must decrease,
The Triple Biscuit Days must cease.
No more are we buddies; I’m now just a bum
Who stingily rations his one meager crumb.
Someday I hope he will forgive,
For the healthy life I help him live!
Caught by surprise on the mean streets of Newberg, my worst nightmare had come true: a vicious attack by a creature against which I had no defense.
Immune to the temptation of even my tastiest dog biscuits and utterly impervious to the spine-tingling effects of the most effective weapon in my arsenal...the Scratchie Claw...this remorseless ruminant had silently snuck up behind me and backed me into a corner from which I could not escape.
I was in a baaa-aaad position, in danger of taking a serious bleating at the hands of this beast, and I knew it. With retreat impossible and appeasement futile, I was left with only the option of last resort; hand-to-hand combat.
My training and reflexes kicked in. I was instinctively aware that my first priority had to be to keep its fangs away from my throat. As it lunged for my face, I parried its strike with a forearm and was able to wrap both arms around it. A chop to the midsection stunned it long enough for me to gain the upper hand in the struggle and finally make my escape to the safety of the truck. This experience, although traumatic, taught me an important lesson; ewe must always be prepared to defend yourself at a moments notice!
By Scott Hodges in Newberg, Oregon.
Waiting for their cookies..
When you dog has a thing for our favorite UPS driver.
He dosent want cookies he wants kisses
When your personal UPS man is trying to leave you to go pet other dogs on his route.
Drastic times call for drastic measures. Starke, Florida
His name is Wooly, and he is a bully, and he and I had a serious disagreement.
Upon arriving at his home, he had the unmitigated gall to inform me that the “protection fee” for safe passage to the door while making the delivery would cost me four (4) biscuits.
I immediately dismissed his ridiculous attempt at extortion and informed him that I would not be intimidated by threats but that, in the interest of harmony and good neighborly relations, I would be more than happy to offer him one (1) biscuit and one biscuit only.
Unimpressed by my generosity, he repeated his ludicrous demand. Unwilling to be pushed around, I repeated my counter-offer. We were at loggerheads. The negotiations continued, with neither of us willing to budge or show weakness. In this Duel of the Determined and Dauntless Deliveryman Versus the Devious and Demanding Doggo, who would be the first to blink?
I am proud to say that I held firm to my principles, and with my integrity intact and head held high I agreed to compromise and meet him halfway by giving him five (5) biscuits. That is the last time he will ever push ME around!
By Scott Hodges in Newberg, Oregon.
Rocky giving me his best smile for his treat. Boston MA.
Baby Rot... Wasilla Alaska.
BISCUITS ARE NOW FORBIDDEN*
Those four cruel, heartless and soul-crushing words swing down from upon high, a remorseless iron cudgel of harsh despair. They are a nightmare come true for this poor, famished dog who has patiently waited for days to receive a mere morsel of sustenance from her friend the UPS man. Where once the arrival of the brown truck heralded joyous tidings and a veritable free-flowing bounty of biscuits, the tap has now been completely shut off, without even a meager trickle of crumbs to ease the hunger pangs of this four-legged resident of Newberg, Oregon whose eyes show, in stark relief, the abject betrayal of all her hopes and dreams by the heartless UPS corporate bureaucracy that has issued forth this callous, barbaric and utterly inhuman new rule.
But all hope is not lost, for the sharp-eyed reader may have noticed an * next to these foul and unspeakable words. There exists a loophole, a back door as it were, offering a return to the land of plenty and the glory days of virtually unlimited biscuit dispensation. For while the mean-spirited corporate minions of UPS did indeed ban the handing out of biscuits, the rule only applies...
*from 12:00 to 12:01 AM on April Fool’s day*
By Scott Hodges in Newberg, Oregon
I work at a vet clinic and our UPS driver is always a sucker for all the dogs! Miss Lacy found the treats that were in his pocket! Syracuse, NY
Everyone meet Ruben aka Roo ! He is the sweetest boy ever , he's a 2 year old pit/boxer mix from lebanon, Ohio
A form of mutually beneficial cooperation by two dissimilar species in nature.
No better example of this phenomenon can be found then the one exhibited here by the Blepping Labrapotamus (Canis Moochus Gianormous) and the Yipping Hippie Mouse (Canis Yappus Underfootus) who utilize skillfully choreographed teamwork for the purpose of extracting far more biscuits together than either one could possibly obtain alone.
To understand their technique we must first understand the strengths and weaknesses of each species. The Blepping Labrapotamus has great speed and size, which she uses to pursue my truck and completely block my exit with her massive derriere until such time as the requisite biscuit toll has been paid. But she sleeps approximately 23 hours a day, and her snoring and flatulence will often drown out the noise of my approaching truck, thus allowing me to make a clean getaway.
This is where the Yipping Hippie Mouse comes in. Although lacking in speed and size, she never sleeps and remains on constant, watchful alert. Her radar-like ears can detect my approach from over two miles away, allowing her to awaken the Blepping Labrapotamus with her shrill, piercing bark. Her long, flowing hair and her talent of dancing on two hind legs enhance her cuteness factor to the point of irresistibility, triggering an automatic biscuit dispensation reflex on my part. And her inability to carry or chew an entire biscuit in her tiny mouth does not hamper her in the least; she simply scurries about and catches the veritable avalanche of crumbs that fall freely from the Blepping Labrapotamus’s massive mouth in much the same way as a remora attaches itself to the underside of shark in order to subsist upon the scraps of meat debris.
Faced with such well-rehearsed teamwork by this devious duo of doggo desperadoes, I am powerless to resist and left with no option but to cede to their relentless demands!
By Scott Hodges in Newberg, Oregon