Monday, July 25, 2011

Gizmo Our Dog the Wookie

So skinny, you could feel every bone.
After several bathes, he still looked like a wet rat
I always knew I was an animal lover. I always had a pet dog, and whenever I am around an animal or a child, I seem to be a magnet to them. In the next few blogs, I will introduce you to the last three dogs and 1 pig I own(ed)... no, this isn’t an article about ex-girlfriends... my pets, and some of the stories on them.
Getting Gizmo:
His Paddington bear look

Had a rough Superbowl this year
Gizmo wanted to join a frat. I talked him out of that.





                                                           My brother in law (who rescued his dog Ophelia) was driving home from work and saw a dog... (at least he thought it was a dog) in the middle of the highway in Camden NJ. 
He took him to the ASPCA, and they said no one would claim him, so they are going to put him up for adoption. He knew my wife, and I would want him, so we adopted.



Going over a script with me
 When He called and said a dog was found In Camden, NJ- I thought I was getting a pit-bull or a rottweiler... Nope, It was a Shih-Tzu. Named Gizmo.


He looks like a Mogwai or a baby Wookie.




On The Road with Gizmo- great road dog
Christmas Giz
He is a little tiny Shih Tzu, all fluffy and adorable with big eyes, and I had to take him to get his boys cut off. 
I’m supposed to be his best friend (MANS BEST FRIEND), but I’m taking him to get his best friends cut off.

We had to take him to the Queens ASPCA, and it was at Jamaica queens, which is a lousy part of queens. To get a spot, you have to go early, at 4AM. We are the only white things in the area, I say to Giz, “We are going to die.”. 
I thought it was going to be a nightmare, but the thugs coming home from the bar all came over and played with the little guy.





Gizmo loves hiding understands like his little apartment.




Bundled up in blankets. First thing I see in the AM




Gizmo got a posse. Gus, Radar, Ophelia, and giz in the bow-tie

Giz and Gus: aka Pinky and the Brain
The work as a team and are Buddies when I’m at my in-laws.




Haloween
At the ASPCA, He is my new best friend and has awful abandonment issues, and I have to hand him over to get this done to him. He was staring at me like “come on, there is SOMETHING you can do,” and as a grown man, I had to look him in the eyes and say, “sorry, buddy. If you look in mommy’s purse, you’ll find my balls”.
When they brought him out, he was still doped up and out of it... We looked alike, so they knew he was mine. As I took him (he likes to be held like a baby), the lady actually said to me: don’t let him climb on anything, no stairs, and if you pick him up.. pick him up like you would a sheep. A SHEEP. How do you pick up a sheep... Don’t get me wrong, I’ve picked up a few hogs in my day... 





“Waffles”
First ride home
Now we got him fixed he needed to be groomed and pampered. If you noticed the difference in the pics, I cut his hair (Angie and I agree the next cut will be professionally done). I bathed him which was pretty easy, he stood still and let me shampoo him (in fact he loved it. A massage with warm water then drying him was a cakewalk.... he was a big fan of the blow dryer.. but the hair cutting was insane. He fell asleep, and I had to flip him around to get in there with clippers. This little guy doesn’t seem to be alive; he is like a small stuffed animal that moves around once in a while. Every once in a while, after a long walk, he acts up and runs around in circles and jumps around when he does this Angie, and I say this is his Alter Ego “Waffles”. I love doing the voices of Gizmo and Waffles.

Gizmo has a toy, and out of all his squeaky toys, there is one blue wiener dog that is his lifeblood. He has To have it when he is at home. He sleeps in the spoons position with it and carries it around, whimpering as if he is so in love with it he doesn’t know how to put it in words.




Ice cream Is crack to this dog. If you got some Ice cream, Gizmo would sell you his Wiener-Dog.



Every night Gizmo has a tradition, his little bedtime tradition. He doesn’t care if someone is over or if it is just Angie and I watching movies, but he loves humping the blanket. And I mean humping


Who Farted?