Gizmo

Gizmo is my 7 year old black and white papillon. 

He has kind of a funny story.  I have been an animal lover my whole entire life. Growing up living with my father and my Nanny, we were not allowed to have any pets. My Nanny absolutely hates animals. Just as any little girl growing up, all I wanted was a puppy. Needless to say it took me until my junior year of HIGH SCHOOL to get one. 

Christmas was coming around, and I was old enough to where my dad didn't shop for me anymore. I would shop for myself and he would keep it all until Christmas morning. My dad handed me $300.00 and told me to go get myself some Christmas presents, little did he know, I had been on a search for dog months before this. I knew if I was going to make this work it would have to be a small dog, even though I was never a small dog person. I had no idea what I was looking for. I was searching the news paper and online and just about every where, and I was seconds away from landing myself a long haired chihuahua. I stopped myself, as I said, I am not a small dog person. 

My called me one day saying she knew a woman getting rid of a papillon, she wanted to meet me in a parking lot and give me the dog. Well to me, that sounded like a reciepe for disaster and I also had no clue what the heck a freakin papillon was. I nicely declined this offer and started my search again. I discovered papillons were just about the cutest little fluff balls ever, and they had some very nice breed traits. I found a woman about 3 hours from me who was selling them, in my price range. I ventured up to my mom's house and then we took the trip to find my new puppy. 

When we arrived, I felt like we were walking in a horror movie. The woman's house had ironclad gates that opened automatically, what! As we drove up this huge winding driveway a woman came running out of the house to greet us. I said to myself, this should be interesting. We walked in and there were puppies everywhere! All different breeds and different sizes, and a Saint Bernard's head mounted on the wall. Again, what! She had this big elaborate story for why the dog's head was on the wall the way you would see a deer mounted or something, but I'm not going to get into that. 

I walked over to where she has the papillon puppies, she only had two left, and the one I originally went there to look at would not stop barking, he was rather annoying. I looked to the back of the pen to another much smaller pap who was just sitting there minding his business and I said " I want that one".  We did allt he paper work and off we went. I finally had my puppy. Now I just had to figure out a way to get him back to my dad's when the weekend was over, and get him past my Nan. 

Gizmo made it home with me that weekend and I tried to hide him, but I caved and brough him to my Nan's bedroom door crying and begging her let me keep him (after I already bought him, how could she say no? Flawless plan, I know.) She agreed and I was the happiest kid alive. He remained nameless for a few days, nothing was sticking except Gizmo, because he looks the Gizmo from the movie Gremlins, not his colors, but his face.  

Gizmo is now 6 years old, he is a blessing. He is the whole foundation of my family. My Nan who is now 83 years old absolutely adores him and so does my father. He loves all of us unconditionally and I think he thinks he is one of us, there is no way he realizes he is a dog. He is an amazing dog with an endless amount of heart, and when his day comes that he has to leave us, I don't think any of us will ever feel the way we feel about him for another dog. My little Gizmo man. 

Puppy days, how cute. 

My perfectly handsome little boy.