Gizmo


Chihuahua
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Home:Raleigh, NC  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 10 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 1-10 lbs

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Nicknames:
Gizzie

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
April 6th 2004

Likes:
Belly scratches

Pet-Peeves:
Don't try to tell me what to do, I'll take a finger off!

Favorite Toy:
Tennis balls

Favorite Food:
Anything my people are eating

Best Tricks:
I can dance!

Arrival Story:
Found Gizmo on craigslist - luckily we were the first responders, so he's now part of our family!

Bio:
I may be small, but there's a big dog trapped inside me. I will try to dominate any dog that comes near me, from a chihuahua to a mastiff. Don't mess with me.

Forums Motto:
Gizmo - "I'll hump anything that moves"

I've Been On Dogster Since:
October 18th 2006 More than 8 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
406218


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What do you mean I'm small?


Man, I did something stupid....

November 6th 2006 10:46 am
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I did the unthinkable. I bit one of my boys. He had to get stitches. I tried to apologize but Mom won't let me near the boys now. She's also tied a leash of sorts to me even in the house. She said it makes it easier for her to control my actions.

Why did I do it? He startled me. He should not do that, but I definitely should not bite. Mom says I can't go near them anymore alone until I am neutered (what's that?) and go through training.

I wish I could turn back time.... I think we all do in this house right now. Every time I look at my boy I feel like a pile of poop.


-- Gizmo

 

It's tough being small

October 27th 2006 2:20 pm
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So Mom takes me for a walk today, problem is, it's pouring rain. She has an umbrella, and I have a coat - well, I *have* a coat, but I try to take Mom's hand off when she tries to put it on me.

So, off we go, her with umbrella, me with... nothing. I didn't want the coat. I didn't want it - until I got outside. WHY WHY WHY did I try to bite her when she tried to put the coat on me? WHY???? Her umbrella does nothing but drip off the edges onto my head. My back is soaked, and here I am squatting in the grass trying to poop. If I was taller, the umbrella would help. If I was taller, the puddles wouldn't seem so deep. If I was taller......

It's tough being small.

 

Setbacks - they happen.

October 22nd 2006 7:35 pm
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Sigh.

I lost my temper today and bit a visitor. She wasn't trying to hurt me, I just didn't feel like being picked up. Mom wasn't happy about it, and my privleges were taken away. She made me leave the pack (her and the boys) and go sit in the office with the door shut. Man. I need to learn to chill out. There's nothing worse than being separated from my pack.

When she let me out I ran to the visitor and gave her an apology lick. Mom seemed happy with that, she saw that I knew what I did wrong and why I was punished. I got a cookie for that. I love cookies!!

I'm getting there: growl and bite = segregation, happy and calm = hang out with my pack. The choice is simple, now if I can just remember it when I get stressed out, it'll all be good.

I still like it here. Mom's lap is nice.

 
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