“I Haven’t Learnt To Be Good”: People Find An Abandoned Elderly Labrador With A Note

My guess is that the person who tied him up here, is no longer of sound mind. Perhaps dementia or Alzheimers? From the spelling and the wording, it doesn't seem rational. After all they did say that they came to an understanding of the dog's situation and also that there was an extended family that could take the dog.

People really do dump their pets after several years of 'ownership'. There's a 7 year old poodle creature in my lap right now who's proof of that. I found out about my little man in a convoluted manner. His people had bought a new house and didn't want any animals in it. When I asked if I could do a short trial to see if he fit our family, I was told they'd just dump him at the pound if I didn't take him. Well. How can any decent person say no to that? So, trial be damned, I took in this strange little dog with very little notice and even less information about the first 6+ years of his life. Turns out it was the best gamble of my life because, despite some health issues, this little dog is absolutely incredible. Very much a their loss, my gain situation!

I wonder if the owner had dementia or something that made them act out of character. I'm glad he's going to people he knows.

I'm glad the owner's family were able to take the dog in. He deserves to be loved and cared for, regardless of whether he was trained. But he's an old man now and he just needs some love.

A long time ago I lived in a little Danish town above Santa Barbara and wa working a delil when someone came in saying someone had abandoned this beautiful Irish Setter. So I went out and saw him and fell in love. So I went inside to call mom and ask if we could add another dog to our family. She said well what did the note say. So I went back out and someone said they had called animal control. I decided right then to take him and grabbed his leash and walked him right through the deli to the kitchen and straight home. My mom was still on the phone waiting for me when I pulled up with THOR. That was the name we gave him. He was older and the sweetest doggie you ever met. A big lovable goof. He was not like the average skinny Irish setter, he was built more like a golden retriever. We took him to the vet the next day and he said Thor had been well taken care of and was about 8. He lived with us out in the country for 7 more years before crossing the Rainbow bridge. He was loved.