The all mighty Giz

I am amazed at the strength of my pocket sized dog. I always tease that some day I want a real dog. He is the toughest dog I have ever seen. Last Saturday we had fireworks by our house and Gizmo ran away. After searching for 2 hour someone called that had found him. We were relieved until we went to pick him up. He had been hit by a car and had broken his front left leg and his back left hip. I was feeling both legs and not one did he whimper or cry. We took him to the pet ER in Orem and he did not make a sound the whole time they examined him. They did his xrays and told us it would be about $1500 per leg to fix, and that they would probably have to remove the front one. We told him we wanted to take him to his regular vet so they took him in the back room to bandage him and he began to bawl like a baby because he could not see us. I was so upset all weekend thinking I was going to have to put him down. This perfectly healthy happy wonderful dog, just because we couldn't afford to fix his legs.

Sunday was fathers day so we went to my dads house. Even with two broken legs he was picking a fight with my dad's dog tramp. Talking crap like he always does and beating him with his cast. Which made me feel even more guilt. There was no way I could make this decision. So Monday morning we took him into our regular vet, waiting to hear the bad news, that they would at least have to remove his leg and for a dog that run circles around anything that stands still as fast as he can, this would be torture.

Our vet took one look at the xrays, one look at the bill from the ER and said "what jerks!" Come to find out, there was no reason to remove the leg and the 2 exact same surgeries the other vet said would cost $3000 total ended up being $300. Less than the ER visit. I hate money driven people.

So he had his first surgery last Tuesday and has been a little depressed, so tonight I took him to my dad's house with me to see Kathy, Brook, Summer and children. He was playing with tramp a little, but still acting a little sad. Right before we were going to leave I started picking on tramp making him bark and snap at me, and Gizmo wasn't having it. He got over there talking his crap and doing his little dance. I about cried. I was so scared he wouldn't be able to dance again.

For those of you who haven't seen Gizmo talk I will explain that it is not barking. He sits and makes the weirdest sounds and even says mama every once in a while. His little dance he gets on his hind legs and puts his front paws in the air and shakes them back and forth.

I am not one of those crazy people that goes on and on about their dog, but I had to face how much I actually love the little mutt and that he does bring happiness in my life. I am so thankful he survived and that my kids still have their dog. He may walk with a little limp from now on, but that just adds to his tough dog image along with his Mohawk and goatee.