If you have no idea what I'm talking about, in December, two days before Christmas, my husband and I were involved with the rescue of two beagles from a university animal testing lab. We got two dogs and a Northern CA rescue group got a few more. These sweet little dudes had lived their whole lives in wire cages and had never been outside, never felt the sunshine or the grass under their feet. They had no names, just a federal ID number tattooed in their ear, and had been surgically debarked so they wouldn't annoy lab workers. They had no idea that things like blankies and beds and toys and treats existed to make their world nicer. Their whole lives until then had been needles, restraints, fear, pain and loneliness - all in the name of product testing.
I am happy to announce that Bigsby has officially been adopted since then. He is becoming a big chunky sedentary ball of cuddle-love. He gets carsick a lot and tends to eat things that are edible in theory, but not in practice, so he frequently has an ow tummy. Freedom is still Action Jackson although he is equally happy to be a lapdog. He still has nightmares and he runs in circles a lot, a habit from being stuck in a cage.