Tales of hope

It is so important to acknowledge the greyhound stories that do have happy endings. This page is designed to celebrate the capacity of greyhounds to respond with love to the wonderful people who save, adopt and love them. CPG is very keen to hear your tale of hope, please email your story and picture to cpgconnect2020@gmail.com.

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Mum says I’m very different to my big brothers; I know I’m a bit of a terror!  She still seems to love me, thank goodness.

Hi there, I’m Zenith!!!

I’ve been told that I’m a bit of a unicorn, being one of the very few greyhound puppies you see outside the racing industry!

I’ve also been told that I was lined up to be one of the “hidden statistics”: puppies that are born into racing who are quietly euthanised without any recording of their details, no name, no acknowledgement; born and then gone without a trace.

Luckily for me, a very kind veterinary nurse was around when my mummy had a caesarean, and offered to take me on!

I was born with a very severe congenital cleft palate. Basically the whole length of the roof of my mouth communicated with my nose! My foster mummy did a great job nursing me and helping me grow up, until I was big enough to find my forever home. Given the complexities of my disease, that forever home just happened to be with the ‘sucker’ veterinarian for CPG, who had recently said goodbye to both her old greyhound boys.

I had big shoes to fill, and lots of puppy cuteness (and pus!) to try and fill it with! Mum says I’m very different to my big brothers; I know I’m a bit of a terror! As a “greyhound that doesn’t know it’s a greyhound”, rescued as soon as I was born and never exposed to the industry, I’m much more vocal, cheeky and rambunctious than she’s been used to! She still seems to love me, thank goodness. 

When I was big enough, I was taken to a specialist vet clinic for a nap. When I woke up, my mouth felt a bit weird, but suddenly, the world was full of so many different smells! Did you know there’s more smells than just pus? I live an awesome life with my parents and animal family.

Mum says it’s my job to be an ambassador for all my greyhound cousins out there who have not had such a lucky life; I think I’m already helping, by inspiring her greyhound advocacy every day.
Dr Belinda Oppenheimer, CPG’s Vet extraordinnaire and Zenith’s Mum

A note from CPG
Fussy Vegan is a Queensland based company who develop #1 top selling apps for vegans. The Fussy Vegan team approached CPG as they have a gorgeous greyhound called Luxor and a special interest in trying to stop greyhound racing. They are very generously displaying information about greyhound racing and CPG on their app and they have our heartfelt thanks.


Luxor has transitioned over to full vegan food & this happened so easily with him. 

We adopted Luxor from GAP QLD after our beloved greyhound Cairo sadly passed away.

We felt empty after losing Cairo and decided it was definitely the right decision to adopt another greyhound. We have a loving family home and we knew that we could offer another greyhound their forever home with us. Luxor brings light to our family and makes us smile every single day. He has bursts of energy which means it’s zoomies around the yard at full speed.

He loves playing with his squeaky toys on his bed and loves catching the frisbee in the backyard or at the dog park. This may seem like a very active dog but for the rest of the 22 hrs a day Luxor sleeps in his bed and this happens for the majority of his day.

Luxor has transitioned over to full vegan food and this happened so easily with him. He loves all types of food and will happily wait to see what you have for him to eat. There is also lots of vegan dog treats on the market for your pampered pooch.

Greyhounds love attention but they will also love you unconditionally back and love snuggles any moment you are willing. 
Ken & Shanna, Fussy Vegan


He was described as a smart commodity by his trainers … it couldn’t be further from the truth, he is so much more than that!

Adopting a greyhound was something we had wanted to do for a long time and we organised to meet a few recently rescued greyhounds.  Meeting them is an amazing experience – you are immediately taken by their sweet, gentle nature as they all trot up to meet you.
Neil won us over very quickly – he tenderly placed his head against my husbands and not long after was into the car to start his journey home. That sweet, tender nature still shines daily and we feel so thankful to be his family.
He has quickly settled into his new life as a very much loved family member – including insisting he comes along for a ride nearly every time we get in the car! 
We were told Neil was too slow to keep racing – this didn’t stop him from being raced 115 times by the age of four. He was described as a “smart commodity” by those racing him in an article we found online. It couldn’t be further from the truth – he is so much more than that!
He is intelligent, hilarious, loving and gentle. He has completely changed our lives and we couldn’t imagine a life without him. 
Natasha, Coalition for the Protection of Greyhounds


It’s been a long road home

It has been a very long and challenging journey for 10-year-old greyhound Holly. But she has finally reached a loving home on the Queensland Gold Coast with CPG team member and dog-and-Triumph-loving Annie.  

Annie tells us Holly’s story.

Holly was called Droopys Hope when she was a champion in Ireland where she was Bitch of the Year 2012. Her outstanding success and winnings didn’t buy any loyalty from her Irish owners and she was sold to an Australian syndicate.🙄🙄🙄 

Apparently retired at the top of her game, as a champion I guess her pups would have been worth a lot. GRRRRR, MAKES YOU MAD doesn’t it! 

Holly arrived in Australia when she was two years old and was kept as a brood bitch having puppies.  Last year at 9 years old she came into the wonderful rescue group Gumtree Greys.

The vet said that Holly was a “mess” inside following a caesarean for her last litter and had been sewn up INSIDE with nylon non dissolvable sutures. 😡😡😡

Holly was raced 37 times and had 17 puppies. She had her last litter when she was nine years old.

Holly is doing well now, she’s my darling girl 💖💖💖💖
Annie, Coalition for the Protection of Greyhounds



Pearl is a champion!

Pearl is a champion because she survived the greyhound racing industry, racing uninjured until she was 3 and was relocated from NSW to Tasmania during this time. She then just existed for another 3 years in a greyhound paddock.

She was finally surrendered and I adopted her 8 months ago. She now has a comfy life moving from bed to bed as she follows me from room to room. She ignores the cat and has recently cottoned onto the art of begging for food with those eyes!

I am so lucky to have Pearl in my life.
Robyn, Coalition for the Protection of Greyhounds

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This is the story of how I came to have my very own huuman.

The year was 2008/9, I had just come out of a failed relationship and pregnancy. I was placed into the care of the nice people at Greyhound Adoptions WA, there I met my own huuman.

We shall call my huuman Simon, that’s what he seems to answer to!!

Simon would put me in the car and take me off to places full
of humans and other greyhounds. Unsure of this, not being well socialised, I would growl and hide next to Simon. All part of a clever cunning plan. No one was interested in me!

I was living with another grey, Charlie, a real cool dude. Each night we would greet Simon at the gate, except for this one night.

I was on patrol whilst Charlie slept. That’s when I saw it, a grey furry thing running around the house, imagine….in my house, really? Killed it. When dad came home I was on his bed, head down arse up, tail wagging like mad. Horror, dad didn’t like the present I’d left him, my dead rat.

Simon wasn’t mad for too long, tea and cuddles followed. All was going to plan, or so I thought!!

A young girl had seen me and wanted me to live with her. It was horrible. I was left alone outside, my nice white fur became yellow from sleeping where I peed. Sores and ulcers racked my body. I lost weight and condition. I wanted out and back to Simon and Charlie.

Simon must have heard my prayers. I was locked in a hot smelly shed with another chap one day, no food or water, the floor a mess of wee and poo. CRASH……. Simon used his size 10 master key to open the door.

He took me away from my hell, and my new friend as well. However my friend and I had a lengthy stay at the vets. When I was allowed home, it was back to Simon and Charlie, there was a new dog there as well Tex, but he was cool.

Not long after my return, another lady wanted me to go to her house to live. Simon said “No, I had been through too much”
And that’s how I came to own my own huuman.

Age has slowed me down and my old bones creak. I feel the cold and the eye sight is dim. Coats and fires, plenty of comfy beds and cuddles are all I need now.

I turned 13 of your huuman years at the start of May.

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A note from CPG
Below is the story of Sandy who is the dear companion of the extraordinary Lorraine Ramsey. Lorraine runs Rescued Greyhounds NSW Central Coast and has saved the lives of at least 600 greyhounds not wanted by their owners or trainers. Lorraine says this is a “labour of love for me, totally funded personally”. Lorraine’s life-saving work was recognised in an SBS story on 14 March which is well worth reading. But please read Sandy’s story below first.


Her racing trainer took her to a local vet to have her euthanased four days after this terrible injury occurred. He wanted her killed without charge offering her blood as payment. I loved and was in awe of Sandy’s strength and magnificent nature.

My soul mate Sandy came into my life eight years ago, she is 10.5 years old now.

Her racing trainer took her to a local vet to have her euthanased four days after this terrible injury occurred (see picture at left). He wanted her killed without charge, offering her blood as payment. The vet told him Sandy’s blood could not be used because of her infection in the wound.

Sandy’s racing name was Kickem Fool. These hideous names given to greyhounds show the coldness and commodity mentality of greyhound racing participants. To them greyhounds are objects not living, beautiful, sentient beings.

A member from our local pet rescue group happened to be there and Sandy was taken into care. She nearly didn’t survive this injury and subsequent infection but the rescue vet saved her and I took her home for her care. It took four months for the wound to completely heal.

I loved and was in awe of Sandy’s strength and magnificent nature. I adopted her and she and I set out to save as many greyhounds as we could. Sandy has been a blood donor, anti-racing rally attendee, ambassador for greyhounds and publicly promoted greys including attending rallies, shopping centres, preschools and aged care facilities, and programs with juvenile offenders in custody.

She has been a role model and mentor for other rescued greys and also passed her Delta Canine Good Citizen course.
Lorraine, Rescued Greyhounds NSW Central Coast

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Oliver and Elliot

Our lives have been enriched one hundred fold with the love and companionship both these beautiful boys give us on a daily basis.

Oliver came into our lives three years ago after I had seen an advert at my local vet’s looking for foster carers for greyhounds.

We had at the time only the one dog, Lily our rescued Labradoodle and it seemed a perfect opportunity to help out Friends of the Hound with their fostering program.

I gave them a call and that afternoon around came Oliver to our house for a meet and greet and for us to hear all about the program. He was 6 years old and had been rescued from a dog hoarder/neglect case in NSW.

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It appeared that as he was an older dog he was finding it difficult to find a forever home. Apparently many people only want to take on younger dogs so our Oliver was still waiting. He had been in foster care with a lovely lady in Brisbane and then came up to us on the Sunshine Coast.

It was love at first sight between Oliver and our Lily and the meet and greet with a sleepover turned into a permanent stay for him. We all instantly fell in love with his gentle, quiet and quirky soul.

I did a bit of research on him and his race name had been Diamond Sparkles and sadly it appeared he had sustained some serious injuries at the track as well as developing severe blood poisoning. According to the reports many a vet had predicted he would never race again but yet he was back at the track making money for the punters.

It breaks my heart to think of him having gone through such a hard start in life but I am so grateful he survived those hardships and we eventually found each other.

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Our lives felt complete with both Lily and Oliver but one day I decided it might be a nice idea to organise a New Year’s hound walk so that other locals with greyhounds could meet and get to know each other.

It was there that we first met gorgeous Elliot who had literally just been rescued from the track. He stole our hearts from the moment his eyes met ours.

We were told that he was only 2 years old and had been abused by his trainer for not chasing and that he had been pushing to euthanize him due to there being something apparently “wrong with him”.

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The Friends of the Hound convinced the owner not to allow that to happen and said they would take him. On vet inspection it appeared that Elliot had been throttled which had caused permanent damage to his throat leaving him with an enlarged larynx and a cough which has thankfully improved with time.

He was also painfully thin. It was heart breaking to watch him eat when he first came to us as he really did attack his food with the ferocity of someone that had been starved which he very obviously had been.

Having endured his horrendous start in life, Elliot is the sweetest, most calm and gentle soul. His capacity for love and forgiveness after the way his so called “trainer” treated him is humbling.

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I am forever grateful to the Friends of the Hound for rescuing both Oliver and Elliot and entrusting them to our family.

Our lives have been enriched one hundred fold with the love and companionship both these beautiful boys give us on a daily basis.

I have been lucky enough to have dogs as part of my life since the day I was born and I have loved them all but I can safely say that greyhounds are one to the most precious breeds around. My heart has been utterly stolen for sure!

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Kimba & Demi

After four years, Kimba has blossomed from a timid girl to Miss Personality and loves life. She’s just been joined by new foster Demi.

Kimba raced 23 times and was bowled over at 19 of them at the notoriously dangerous track for young dogs, Launceston.

She was live baited, so continues to wear a muzzle when off lead. She was so timid I would walk her around the cemetery where it was quiet.

After four years she is now MISS PERSONALITY,  has turned into a beach babe, has put on weight and LOVES LIFE.

Demi is a new foster who arrived in early May. Like Kimba she is seven years old.

This poor baby was successful at racing, winning $48,000 in prize money then forced to have litters. She is such a precious girl but very, very tired and timid.

But early days yet: LOTS OF LOVE & PATIENCE.

I am blessed to help them

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Molly and our doberman Ally love camping and the great outdoors. We love them both so much.

Molly our greyhound will be three this year. Our other dog is a female doberman named Ally, 7 years old. The two of them get on great, they love camping and the great outdoors. We love them both so much and will be getting another greyhound very soon.

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Pippa is simply a big friendly girl, happy with the simple things in life and enjoys long walks through the countryside with our other greyhound girl Rio.

Pippa is an Irish greyhound with an Australian father.

She was owned by a betting syndicate and ran 68 races at Belle Vue race track UK. Pippa was discarded into rescue aged three with bald patches, pressure sore scars, bad teeth and ticks by her “award-winning” trainer.

We first met Pippa in August 2013 when she had been in rescue a few weeks. Pippa eventually came to live with us in October 2013, a few days before her 4th birthday.

Pippa is simply a big friendly girl, happy with the simple things in life and enjoys long walks through the countryside with our other greyhound girl Rio. We have given up on downstairs beds for her as they were never used and Pippa likes to streeeeeetch the full length of the settee.

Pippa’s father Bit Chili was exported to China and we discovered that Pippa has many relatives and half siblings around the globe including Lucy from Busselton Greyhound Awareness (see below) and a number of Macau greyhounds rescued from the Canidrome. Sadly Bit Chili died in China after being used for breeding.

Pippa celebrated her 10th birthday last year. She also had the remainder of her teeth removed but she manages fine bar an increased tendency to tongue escapes.

Lucy of Busselton Greyhound Awareness nearly lost her life two weeks ago due to a ruptured spleen, the picture above was taken 15 days after her emergency operation.

Lucy had a fractured hock after her last race in 2013 and spent 14 months in a kennel until she was rescued, we were then told by a vet to euthanise her as there are so many healthy dogs to adopt.

Needless to say she wasn’t killed and is still with us.
Jacky, Busselton Greyhound Awareness

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Amber currently shares her home with Mason and Ivar, two rescue greyhounds, and Tollo, a rescue Spanish galgo. She is an amazing little girl and she is my world.

I adopted my little girl Amber at 18 months from Greyhound Rescues and Co-ordinated Emergencies (G.R.A.C.E.) in the UK.

She was rescued by them at 14 months with two of her siblings, she was trialled for racing at seven months.

She is a lot smaller due to this and it’s hard to put weight on. But she still loves people and is a happy little girl full of energy.

Amber accompanied me to lots of outreach awareness events engaging with the public to promote greyhounds as pets and to stop greyhound racing.

She currently shares her home with Mason and Ivar, two rescue greyhounds, and Tollo, a rescue Spanish galgo.

She is an amazing little girl and she is my world. She is four and a half now.

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Receiving ear rubs (yes, the eargasm!) is one of Fergus’s favourite activities in life. He’s a great cuddler and is a gentle soul who we love dearly.

In 2017, my beloved greyhounds Tallulah and Bondy passed away within months of each other and left a huge hole in my heart. It also opened up our home for two more greyhounds who needed a home and heaps of love.

I decided on a bonded pair because they are harder to home and I hate the thought of splitting up a pair. Friends of the Hound rescue had an older pair, Fergus and Shirley, who were having trouble being homed because of their age and Fergus’s autoimmune eye disease, Pannus, which required life-long treatment.

At first, I was a bit hesitant because of their ages – six and seven – knowing that maybe I would only have them for four years, and couldn’t bear the thought of losing them so quickly. However, when I heard their story, I had to give them their furever home.

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Both Shirley and Fergus were racers. They were in two foster homes and then homed with a family in Sydney. When the family’s circumstances changed for the worse, both Fergus and Shirley were returned to their most recent foster in NSW. Their lovely foster parents wanted to be sure they were homed together because they were so attached to each other, and they spent almost two years in foster care with them receiving little or no interest by potential adoptees.

Of course, I adopted them! Although, sadly, Shirley was diagnosed with osteosarcoma and only spent little more than a year with us. To bring Fergus his happiness back, we adopted Suki to be his new playmate. It was love at first sight. Fergus really adores having a companion. In fact, he now has TWO GIRLS as we adopted a rescue puppy, Sophia, and she and Suki both adore him. He is thrilled to have his little harem.

Fergus is incredibly handsome and healthy, despite having Pannus and Coeliac disease – which we manage pretty easily. He is a very easy-going and polite boy and is my velcro dog at home. He gets along with even the tiniest little dog and doesn’t seem to have any aggression in his bones at all.

Receiving ear rubs (yes, the eargasm!) is one of Fergus’s favourite activities in life, along with long walks and a frolic on the beach on the island where we live in Queensland. He’s a great cuddler and is a gentle soul who we love dearly. He’ll be 10 years old next month and there will be lots of treats for this special boy.
Vickie, the Coalition for the Protection of Greyhounds

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Mesmerizing eyes and effervescent personality – she is awesome!

Molly adopted us in 2017 and a few months later began her campaign for greyhound world domination at Greyhound Awareness Events and protests.

She was the first rescued greyhound in our area but through her mesmerizing eyes and effervescent personality she now has a posse of 10 greyhounds to meet at events and coffee dates!

She is currently hosting two huge ex-coursing foster greyhound boys during the pandemic lockdown and she is training them for their forever homes. She is awesome!
Katie, Greyhound Awareness Cork

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Getting Rommy out of the cage was a feat in itself but once she was in the car I knew that there was no turning back.

In 2014, I was at The Cairns Greyhound Club picking up another “no longer required” greyhound from a trainer who lived there and kept his dogs in cages in a tin shed out the back. I had a foster carer with me who was going to look after the greyhound until we found him a home.

The place was dark and wet and in the hot humid Cairns climate was not fit for anything breathing to inhabit.

As I was about to leave I noticed a much smaller cage at the rear of the shed with a shadowy trembling figure half sitting but hunched over at the back of it. I moved closer to see it was a frightened black greyhound cowering as far away as she could get from the doorway … and me. The cage was so small she couldn’t even turn around in it so as not to look at me.

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I asked the trainer who this poor little thing was. But he told me not to worry about her because she was too traumatised to be wanted by anyone and he would be getting rid of her in a couple of days. I knew what that meant.

As it turned out he had only had her a week or so after she was given to him as a freebie from her previous trainer because she wouldn’t jump out of the starting box at the start of her races. He thought he could win her over ????. And turn her into a proper racing dog ?????.

She had been beaten and terrorised in an attempt to make her jump out of the starting box. Instead she cowered in the back while they bashed on the outside and yelled at her.

I crouched down and held out my  hand for her to smell but the fear in her eyes was pitiful and I took it away in a feeble attempt to show her I wasn’t going to hurt her. I also noticed she had the cutest Roman nose.

The longer I stayed with her on the floor of that stifling tin shed the more I knew what fate laid ahead for this sad frightened creature and the more the trainer told me that she wasn’t rehomeable the more I knew that I couldn’t leave her there.

Getting Rommy out of the cage was a feat in itself but once she was in the car I knew that there was no turning back.

Rommy came home that day and has been with us since. She took a whole month to allow Paul to get near her. Her fear of men is still very obvious even today six years later as is her reluctance to get out of the car if we go anywhere away from home.

Our Rommy these days is the biggest snuggle bug. We can’t imagine what our life would be like without her. Her quiet life on our little farm away from the hustle and bustle of suburbia is ideal and I’m sure is what helped her to finally trust us. She’s home and that’s all that matters.
Colleen, Greyhound Rehoming Cairns and Tablelands District

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Now his favourite place to nap is on my lap

We love our boy Elvis to pieces. He is a quirky loving boy, however when we first got him he was so scared he would growl at anyone who approached him if he was lying down. Now his favourite place to nap is on my lap.

Christian Greyhound

No dog can be considered waste if simple training can rehabilitate them.

When I first got Christian Greyhound, he was so scared of people he couldn’t even walk past my flatmates to go outside to wee. He peed in the house a lot. We worked really hard over months to get him comfortable with people. He now approaches strangers for pats. He’s the most awkward, loving and sweet natured dog. No dog can be considered waste if simple training can rehabilitate them.


Saffy fitted PERFECTLY into our lives.

We live in a small unit and always wanted a greyhound. The usual story we thought it was too small and our work pattern wouldn’t suit having a dog. Getting to know Julia (Gumtree Greys) and her dogs we realised we could. Saffy fitted PERFECTLY into our lives and it was a delight to see her grow from the timid shy dog she was into the fun loving affectionate girl she became.

Rest in peace dear Saffy, 2014

Tiffany and her friend Squeak!

Tiff’s favourite things to do are nap all morning in the sun and sleep all afternoon on her armchair.

Tiff was adopted from a local adoption group in Queensland three years ago.

She was lucky enough to escape the racing industry before her second birthday after the trainer/owner deemed her unsuitable for racing, and dumped her at a local vet during the night.

Since that date she has received nothing but love and care in her Brisbane home, going for walks daily, munching down on toast corners most mornings, and running around at the local school oval as a special treat.