The first dog that I can ever remember having was Gizmo, a pomeranian-pekingnese mutt. She was the biggest ball of fur I’d ever seen and looked just like a gremlin, which is how we came up with the name.
I remember my parents found her in a K-mart parking lot, or something to that effect. They tried to find the owners, but never did, so we kept her as our own.
I was around the age of five when we got her, or at least that’s how I remember it anyway. I loved that dog so much, but put her through the wringer, let me tell you.
I used to dress her up in doll clothes and push her around in my baby doll stroller. My mom said it terrified the poor dog, but I swear she loved it. She would just lay so still, enjoying the ride (haha!).
I also would play hide and seek with her, meaning I would hide the dog, then try to find her. Only I was little and would often forget where I hid the small, fuzzy thing. My mom would find her in the towel cabinet, behind furniture and in various closets on a daily basis.
However; I think my most favorite thing to do with tiny Gizzie was to tie her up with my pink and yellow jump rope and “invite” her to watch me dance. She was a gracious audience member, never barking or whining through the whole performance.
All joking aside, Gizmo was a great companion. She never growled at me for all of my shenanigans. Instead she loved me unconditionally every single day of her life. She taught the importance of having and loving animals. I still think of my sweet little ball of fur all the time.