Gizmo’s Big Move
I have some big news pals. In a few months, me and mom are moving! We are both a little apprehensive about it. Here’s the deal…me and mom are country people. I have lived in the country since the day I was born. Never lived anywhere else in my nearly 7 years. Same with mom. She’s lived in the country all her 29 years. This is going to be a big adjustment. We have been staying with my hoo-granny and hoo-papaw and finally taking the big step out into the great unknown. We are moving to the Dallas/Ft. Worth area. It’s just an hour north of where we live now, but the polar opposite of what I am used to. I am the type of doggy that loves to just be let out and adventure on my own and do my business on my time with no leash…but that’s all about to change. My granny and papaw think I should stay because I am a “country dog” but I know mom would be heartbroken without me. But she’s also heartbroken about how I will handle such an adjustment. I know at least some of my pals are city/suburb dwellers. Can you give me any tips or advice? What are some ways to cope with being cooped up and unable to wander like a wild doggy? Love to my pals. I will keep you posted on the move as it happens :)
Gizmo the Accident Prone Doxie
This is Gizmo’s mom. I wanted to share what happened with Gizmo this morning in more than 140 characters. It is truly a miracle Giz is still around. I decided to walk him and his brofurs and of course 4 other dogs from the neighborhood that love to follow us. We live in the country, so unless we are going for long distant walks, Giz doesn’t wear a leash or harness. All 7 of these dogs can be hard to handle and I knew that before hand, so before walking out the door I said a quick prayer, asking God for protection and patience. Man did He deliver! When we get a little way down the road, my neighbor starts driving up behind us, so me and 6 of the dogs move to the side. Gizmo is in the pasture sniffing around pursuing his “adventures” so I assumed he was safe. Apparently he heard me call for the others that were still walking with me to move to the side and at the same moment my neighbors big white dodge ram passes in front of me, Gizmo pops out of the weeds from the pasture and keeps running right into the tire of this truck. He rolls under the truck and starts flailing about. I lose it, I know he’s dead or seriously injured. The way he was moving was very remininscent of his mother’s own death. Just 2 years ago, I thought his mom Princess was out of the path of my truck in the drive way, and she was not. She began flailing about and acting panicked and unfortunately died a few minutes later. I still cry about her because I feel like I should have been more careful, but she had always come to the driveway to greet me for 8 years, I didn’t think one day it would be different. With Gizmo, the whole thing literally happened a few feet away from me and I was looking right at him. There is no way he could have survived this hit. I don’t see how, it was truly a miracle that he came out unscathed. I have finally calmed down, but I think my mood shifted to Gizmo, before I left for work this morning he began moping and looking sad like he had done something wrong. I love Gizmo with every ounce of my being, he is my best friend and I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost him. I know angels were watching over him and must have put him in the perfect place under the truck so the back tires didn’t hit him. That is a miracle in itself as much as he was flailing and moving around trying to get back up off the ground while underneath the truck. After today, I have no doubt in my mind that guardian angels exist. Especially since this is about the 5th time my Gizzy has escaped death.
I went on a short hiatus from twitter. It was a bad few weeks on here and me and mom felt I both needed a break. Me from not having anything interesting going on, and her for taking a few things too personal and getting upset about some responses or lack there of. We had the weekend to cool down and are now back. The love we received from pals was overwhelming and meant a lot. Sometimes it’s hard to not get caught up in this online world and let small things bother us. I also missed one of my pals important nights on twitter. I know some people think it’s just a small event, but this pal sent me several messages reminding me and inviting me to attend and it completely slipped my mind once the day rolled around. I felt awful about that. It was also a benefit/fundraiser and many people know how bad it feels to let someone down when they are counting on you. Now as far as my weekend goes, I was alone a lot. It was hoo-uncles graduation and so family all went and then went out to celebrate. Then Saturday mom had to go out of town for another friends birthday and I stayed with granny and papaw, but still alone (they aren’t mom) and then Sunday was fun. I went on 2 adventures, one through the woods and the other down the road. But then came bedtime…me and mom finally start getting ready to fall asleep when I feel something sting me and YELP really loud and crawl on top of mom and we both roll off the bed…it was a scorpion! And then after killing that one, we decide it’s safe to go back to bed, this time Sarge and Miss P (the kitteh) join us, not 5 minutes after turning off the light Sarge starts running all over the bed, we run out of bed again, turn on the light and there is a scorpion crawling up the wall and another heading towards mom’s closet and another behind her pillow. Let’s just say, we didn’t sleep much all night. But I did want to explain what has been going on. I love my pals and love our twitteractions and have fun everyday. Maybe I need to take the twitter away from mom when she gets overly emotional about my posts. BOL! Have a great day pals. Nice to be back
Hi pals! First and foremost, I would like to apologize to my twitter pals for not being the best pal the last few months. As you know, I have a paid (in kisses & cuddles) typist/assistant, and due to her hectic and stressful other job (must be paying more than me) she has been slacking on my social life. I have addressed the issue with her, as have many of my pals…but I am truly sorry for not being very social. I’m sorry I missed some of my best pals’ birthdays and important events. I feel like a crappy pal. But I understand humans go through stressful and sad times, trust me…I sense them. I know things will get better soon enough and I know I will try to offer better work incentives so she focuses more on the more important of her two jobs. Anyways, just wanted to share what was going on in my world in case you thought I forgot about my pals. No I have not. You each bring a unique personality to the table and I love chatting with you all. Until next time…
I want to dedicate this blog to my anipals and humans that responded on Sunday when I asked for prayers. It means so much to me and mom. We still have a home, we were very lucky and I owe most of my thanks to the good thoughts, vibes and prayers from all of you guys. I know that prayers work when they are needed most. After asking all of you guys to pray, it rained out of nowhere. There was no rain in the forecast that day, and all hope seemed loss until you guys came together for us and made it happen. I also got to hang out with my neighborhood furpals during the fire, they followed me down the road away from homes and we got some quality non-walking time together. Although it was a scary situation, I am grateful to know many things…1. Mom will NEVER abandon me in a crisis situation (wasn’t much doubt there, although I always feel she won’t come home from work someday & then I’m stuck with granny!) 2. I have the BEST anipals and friends in the world, you were there for me when I needed you most, and for this I am eternally grateful (people in our own town didn’t even check to see if we were okay only twitter friends and mom’s pals from elsewhere in the state) 3. I definitely need to work out more often; it was an exhausting day running back and forth trying to watch for fires and troopers blocking roads. Then the next day mom wants to walk 4 miles! Needless to say, I slept all day Monday. I am trying to make light of the situation, but I am very grateful for my pals and grateful my home was not lost and that my neighborhood was not destroyed. Until next time my dear pals…
Hi readers! My name is Gizmo, I’m a 5 year old daschund mix. I live in Texas with my human and I love to go on daily adventures out in the country. “Walk” is my favorite word in the world and nothing makes me happier than being out in the great outdoors and sniffing out every possible smell I can find and occasionally climbing a tree. I am new to blogging, but it’s something mom and myself have been wanting to do. I have had quite the many adventures, fiascos, and near death experiences in my short time. Some of these posts will be about things that have happened to me, how things have come to be in my life, and where the future is taking me and mom. I hear there is a move to a new town in the near future. Me being a country dog, this will definitely be an adventure. I look forward to sharing these stories with my readers and hope you enjoy.