I had to rehome my dalmatian 5 years ago and I lost touch with the women who took him in. Her FB page had been dormant for years but I decided to leave her a comment just to see if I would ever hear back. I was wondering if Lu (the dog) was even still alive. I think about him all the time. She answered me tonight! He's still alive! She said he acts like a puppy still and they've trained him to run along side them while they bike ride. She even posted a picture. It made my whole night. I love that guy. :)
Lu dog and I 11 years ago
He was 8 years old when I had to give him up. This was our last drive together. He rode this way the whole 6 hour trip.
And then this was the last time I saw him.
I've probably thought about him every day since. :)
People are asking why he had to be rehomed so I figured I'd add it to the OP. I got Lu when he was 4 months old. He came from a puppy mill and had been purchased and returned at the pet store. I felt like I was rescuing him. For the first two years he was great, with the exception of constant ear infections which we found ot were severe food allergies. He needed prescription dog food, which was very expensive. Then we found out he had a tape worm, which very much stunted his growth and he had had it since he was a puppy. When he was around 3 years old he started to become very protective of me. When he was on the lead, he would growl and bark at anyone who came near me. Then one day out of nowhere, he bit my brother in law on the cheek and he nearly needed stitches. After that, he attacked anyone who came near me, and anyone who came in the house that he had never met before. When people came over, he had to be kenneled or put in the yard. We could no longer take him out in public, or the dog park. I would run with him very early in the morning and I would muzzle him just in case. We tried obedience training, and we had to pay for it privately since Lu couldn't be around anyone. He would lunge and try to attack the the trainers. I even drove two hours to an animal specialist to see if there was hope. Then Dh and I had our first child and by the time she was 7 months old he bit her in the face. By this point Lu was 8 and I worried it was too late for him. I found these women who ran a rescue and said they would rehabilitate him and then rehome him. I drove 6 hours to get him there and as soon as I got out of the car, he bit one of the ladies and drew blood on her hand. She took him anyway. I was so grateful. They told me a month later that he would never be safe to rehome, but that they had decided he could live with them permanently. They saved his life.