Madden, whose full name is Mad Dog Madden McBad’un, is a very busy, very young old pup. Originally thought to be a black Labrador mix, he’s more likely a combination cattle dog/rat terrier/sheltie mix who happens to be black. It’s also thought he’s about 12 years old, but this boy acts much more like eight!

Madden came to Old Dog Haven care from a shelter foster home, where he’d been placed after a couple of frantic weeks in the shelter. Once in his ODH forever home, he had several chipped and cracked teeth pulled–damage likely caused by chewing on a metal crate. He also had a round cell tumor removed from his right knee and large dew claws removed from both hind legs. Those hind legs are a bit funky but his doesn’t slow him down. If he limps a bit after a hard day herding balls and rubber bones and squirrels and the cat, well, it’s a price he’s happy to pay.

It’s taken a while for this old fellow feel safe in his new home, but given patience, forgiveness, and acceptance, Madden’s finally convinced that he is home at last! He’s been in his forever home for over a year now, and no longer needs a crate to feel safe. Thanks to your support of ODH, he’s had two more dentals but fortunately no major health issues. He’s crazy for fetch, and most every night his person tosses his orange dinosaur for him until he cries “Uncle!” after about 40 throws. He also loves walks, car rides, and peanut butter kongs. At meal times he chirps and moans and dances. His person tells us, “I have never had an old pup with as much energy and enthusiasm as Madden. Many days I wish I were 10 years younger to better keep up with him. Madden will be forever young, no doubt about it!”

Update from Madden’s Final Refuge Mom: Madden was a fighter, but ultimately could not defeat the ever-growing cancerous mass that clung to his backside. He tried so hard, but finally could no longer hide his anxiety and his pain. So while he still had bright eyes and a happy little dance at mealtime, it was time to set him free. When he became my Last Dog Standing last July, I promised Madden that he would enjoy that status for the rest of his life, however long or short that would be. I am so grateful for the year we had alone together. Madden blossomed in that year, as did my love for him. RIP little buddy. And thank you.