"Glorious Ramble" came to us after he was retired at the age of two from greyhound racing. Categorized as "special needs" because of his extreme fear of humans, no one adopted the poor boy. One family attempted, but returned him after a few weeks.
After fostering him for a month or so, we decided that Ramble had indeed "chosen" us, and we could not turn our back on him. He spent the first six months with us cowering in a cage, never making eye contact and ducking with any sound or movement near him. The scars from the abuse the suffered during his racing career were apparent, including his "broken ears" from being pulled out of his cage by the ears at race time.
These photos show Ramble's first experience with grass. Before this, he only knew concrete, sand and cement. I'd like to think the joy and peace on his face are obviously apparent. Ramble laid, rolled, slept and walked in the grass for an entire day.
Ramble now plays, chases the sprinkler, goes on walks, and never sets foot in a cage. He's a sweet, loving member of our family that we can't imagine not having with us. We're thankful we were able to help him, but I firmly believe that Ramble changed our lives more than we did his.
