My little sweetie. Always happy and smiling.
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My little sweetie. Always happy and smiling.
Cute and fluffy and very cuddly and playful.
Gizzy is a Golden Retetiver/Golden Doodle mix. He is a very fun puppy. Loves to play and he his very loving.
Gizmo has one of those most unique personalities that no other dog I've ever owned has had. He knows exactly who he is and he is set in his ways. But most Lhasas' are that way...lol. He's stuborne, bratty, needy and very demanding. His favorite thing in the world is getting scratched all over hai body. At bed time it's a requirement to scratch every inch of his body and most especially his neck. If you don't he will just wine till he finally gets his scratches and then he will go to bed.
He is a very goofy dog
My name is Gizmo and, as you can see by my Halloween costume in this picture, I am a Certified Cat Burglar. My favorite things are snuggling and snoring so loudly my parents think I need a kitty CPAP machine, eating crunchy treats, and being the king of my castle. I almost always come when called, know how to "shake", and enthusiastically greet my family when they come home. When we go to Petsmart I sit quietly in the cart under the fold out kiddie seat and do not need to be restrained. This causes a lot of people to look at me and do a double-take wondering, "Is that a cat in that shopping cart?". Anyone can pet me while I am on an outing and I never bite or scratch since I love my attention too much to misbehave. I am 110% awesome and that's 24/7 baby!
Is a daddys baby. But loves his sister Greta.
Our Gizmo was adopted for a dog rescue site. He is awesome!
Gizmo is a very outgoing and social Pom. He loves
To dress up and go for rides. Poms are very curious and social
Gizmo is one survivor of three, out of a litter of seven. She is Bambi's sister. Gizmo also suffered form the deadly eye infection that killed the rest of her brothers and sisters, but her eys got better, and she has no residual problems, unlike her brother Bambi. Gizmo is the smallest kitty we have. She weighs merely 4 pounds. We have to give her a seperate food dish, because her brothers kept pushing her out. Brothers are so mean! Gizmo is an excellent hunter. She isnt as cuddly as her brothers are. She gives you affection when she wants it...typical cat!
One day 16 years ago, mommy and my human sisters came to the place where I lived. The man put me and my brothers and sisters on the floor. Everyone ran to hide but me! I went over to my human sister Brianne who was 4 and Nicole who was 8 and wagged my tail. That is when I got to go on a long car ride and was loved all the way back to my forever home.
I was an only dog for 6 years and then a little black and white Shih Tzu named Oreo came to live with us. Mommy said it was so I wouldn't be sad when everyone left for work and school all day. At first I HATED her. We are now best friends!
For 10 years it was just me and my sister Oreo. My human sisters moved out and we were left with just mommy and daddy. Our sisters still come to visit and sometimes my sister Nicole brings her dog Sydney. I don't like Sydney very much because she is a hyper miniature Golden Doodle.
Last week mommy brought our brother Oliver home. He is a BOY shih tzu. We don't like him very much when he bites and wants to play. Mommy is always telling him "NO"!
Mommy says I am the best dog ever and no other dog will ever be as great as me because I was such a good girl and took care of my human sisters. I don't see or hear very well any more, but sometimes I still like to play with my sister Oreo. Mommy gives me lots of hugs and kisses and I love sitting on her lap.
I'm Gizmo the mixed breed. I was found by my owner's friend outside of her house, when my previous owner dumped me onto the the streets. There was a clique of cats already by the owner's friend's house, but I was always the loner, never feeling welcomed. As a late New Year of 2012 gift, the owner's friend Christina scooped me up, tied a ribbon on my head, put me in the cat carrier in her car, and swept me away. It was 2am, so my owner was spread out on her bed, ungracefully snoring. I was set onto the table in front of the foot of her bed, so I walked over and gave a friendly nose rub to awaken her. I think I suprised her, because as soon as she opened her eyes, she screamed with joy and squeezed me tightly in her arms. While her and her friend were discussing what to name me, I got bored and decided to explore the apartment. Once I came back from my tour, they had decided that I would be called Gizmo, and certified my new home by showing me where my cat box, food bowl, and toys would be kept. Now I am content in my new home, forevermore sleeping in the hamper, attacking the curtains when the wind blows, and keeping a lookout for any rodents.
I am 13 yrs. old and rule the house! But it certainly wasn't always like this! I learned there is a pecking order in this house. You have to earn your status in the pack!
When I was about 3 mos. I was given to this older lady and was pretty much left on my own. I was left outside most of the time, but it was because she was ill and just too old to really take care of me. My owner died, and her son and daughter-in-law took me to live with them in Florida. I was a wild child! I would run from them and snap at them, until I realized their mini dachshund, Jaycee, wasn't going to let me get by with anything! One day I snapped at her, and to my surprise, she snapped back! She caught me right above the eye. I had to wear this big stupid plastic cone around my head forever! Being a huge 4 lb. Chihuahua, I wasn't afraid of any animal, but I learned my lesson, don't mess with Jaycee! She soon became my soul mate and helped me to adjust. We did everything together, slept, ate, and played tug-a-war together. She taught me everything. I would do everything my big sister would do. I even learned to hunt and chase birds and butterflies, and sit and stay. Jaycee loved to sit up on her hind legs when she got a treat, so I did one better- I decided to sit up too, only I would turn around in circles and dance! Boy, did that please my parents!
When I was about 3 yrs. old, mom & dad rescued a Beagle, Bailey. He was badly abused and didn't like to be touched. Mom took him to the vet and found out he had heart worms too. He was very sick for quite a while. Jaycee seemed to know this and was really a mother hen to him. I too worried about him, but let him know I was still the boss! After a while Bailey got better. Mom could touch him anywhere and even take food from him. That was a big deal because Bailey stayed outside for the 1st 2 yrs. of his life and never knew when he was gonna be fed. Now we had a big brother who played and shared everything with us. It was great! Jaycee taught Bailey how to open cabinets and get treats for us and even get in the garbage cans, cause she was too short to get the high things. But mom caught us one day! Bailey got a new bag of treats and tore it open for us and we ate all of them. Mom came in and found the door open and an empty bag. We were all sprawled out on the kitchen floor so full we couldn't move. Now the treats are in the top cabinet. So we're back to doing our tricks for our treats.
All my happiness ended one day, when Jaycee pushed open the door and ran out into the street. She was hit by a car and died. Mom was hysterical and brought her in and put her on the floor. I cried and cried. I walked all around Jaycee and licked her and nudged her to wake her up. I jumped on her and barked at her, but she wouldn't move! I was exhausted and just laid down beside her. Mom and I stayed with her all night and said our good-byes. I miss my Jaycee so much, but I have to take care of Bailey now.
One day mom came home with another puppy, Dixi. She looked strange to me cas she was a red mini dachshund, not black and tan like Jaycee. But, I liked her! In a short time the 3 of us were playing and having a grand old time. Us girls rule!
But then one day mom came home with another funny looking dog. He had scabs and just patches of hair, bloody sores, but the most big sweet round brown eyes. Like mine! Mom said he too was neglected and she just had to help him. Hey, this might work, there are 2 of us Alabama folks now! It turned out Stonewall was a Shih-Tzu and was allergic to everything! His previous owners had put him outside cas he couldn't be house trained. We learned later that he was allergic to grass! No wonder he didn't want to go outside! It took awhile and lots of vet trips and medicine, but Stonewall grew his hair back and was really handsome! He's pretty laid back, so that worked just fine with me! After all, I earned my position as leader of the pack and I was going to carry on Jaycee's legacy. Fortunately, Dixi didn't really care. She was the guard dog! She would protect us from unwanted strangers, and I would naturally have to run to the door with her to help! Bailey and Stonewall would stay put in case someone would get past us.
Life was pretty good until my mom came home with this monster of a thing, she called Tebo! She said he was an English Bulldog! Geeze, this thing would run circles even around me! I did not like this beast at all! But then, neither did Dixi, Bailey or Stonewall, and the boys love everyone! Mom kept him separated from the rest of us for months! So we would meet at the gate and nose one another and get to know each other. After time, he and Bailey became best buds! They played and ran together. Bailey even taught him to hunt. Now Tebo's favorite thing in life is to chase lizards and bring them to mom as a gift. I guess that's better than when Bailey would bring her rats!
Well, poor Dixi died last year of a heart attack. Again, we are stricken with grief. And again, I am left to run this pack alone. I am the only female and must take care of my silly brothers. What a tough job it is too! I have to sit on my sofa and charge at them if they even think about coming close. I have to have special food, cas I will not eat dog food ever! I have to have my own special time alone with my mom and dad, and they must pick me up whenever I sit up! I have my own temperpedic bed, even though I sleep in the big bed between mom and dad at night. I'm too old to dance any more, but they still give me my pupperoni. After all, I am the leader of the pack!
I'm Gizmo and am now 13 years old. I thank you for allowing me to share my story with you. Can't wait to meet you!
learned that I had the best home ever with people who really cared for me. I love my mom because she is really the one who takes care of me. Gives me medicine when I'm sick, bathes me, puts that awful flea stuff on me, and actually just bugs me. Now my dad, he's the best cas he just lays on the couch with me and plays with me and pets me. I am so-o-o spoiled!