Monday, August 29, 2011

Monthly Monday : Gizmo's First Week
(Initiating Readers & Write Campaigners)

My Monthly Monday posts that include the wacky adventures of my family don't officially start until the fall. But, I thought, what better way to get to know my readers and fellow Write Campaigners than to ask them about their own crazy stories!

So, here's a little taste of what's to come in the fall....

*Note: All names of human family members may be changed to protect them from horrible embarrassment. Dogs' names remain the same.
Preamble: Dogs are a central part of my family, both in my household and those of my aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. One particular dog, a shih tzu named Gizmo, has a very special place in the family unit. His place is the dopey dog. From the time Gizmo was only a puppy, he carved out his role. No doubt many of the tales I tell you this season will be all about his misadventures. So, let's begin at the beginning.

Gizmo's First Week
Gizmo came into my aunt's home (let's call her Auntie N) on a cold Christmas morning, a gift for my then eight year old cousin (will call him MJ). A scrappy little thing with a whole lot of spunk and not so much brain, Gizmo stole my heart right away. I'd been living with them at the time in an open room in the hallway. I'd teased Auntie N that all I wanted for Christmas was a wall.
Well the first week of Gizmo's arrival had him latching onto Auntie N like he was in the Sahara Desert and she was the last ounce of water. He never left her side. He quickly became her "baby". Here's a rendition of her song dedicated to Gizmo, though I'm sure it will be to her horror that I post it here...

Mama loves the baby and the baby loves me.
Shoop-a-doop Shoop-a-doop.

Anyway, this love affair had one major drawback - bedtime. Auntie N was determined to have Gizmo sleep in the kitchen near his wee wee pads and dog bed. Gizmo, however, was determined to sleep in the nice comfy bed in Auntie N's bedroom. And so the war began.
Allow me to draw your attention back to the aforementioned hallway. My bed sat in the middle of the hall between the back of the house where Auntie N and MJ's bedrooms lay, and the front of the house where the kitchen (and Gizmo's bed) resided. Note the lack of a wall. While I'm extremely grateful to Auntie N for allowing me to stay with her, it didn't exactly afford the best privacy.

In the middle of the night, Gizmo would crawl out of his bed, around the doggy gate and run down the hallway. See former note about his lack of brains. With as much force as his little body could muster he'd sail through the house and crash head first into Auntie N's bedroom door. He'd do this repeatedly until the door would open enough for him to wiggle his little body into the room.
Auntie N, upon finding Gizmo resting comfortably at the foot of her bed, would rise and usher him back into the kitchen, thus starting the whole circus again. Needless to say, I got little sleep in those days, but it does make for some amusing memories. Oh, and a decade later, Gizmo sleeps on Auntie N's bed and often hogs pillows and sheets.
No more dog bed for me!
So, readers and write campaigners, what's your crazy family stories?


  1. Awww!
    I could write a book about the Golden we once had. So, I'll not take up too much room here. But very cute!

  2. Aw, thanks for introducing us to Gizmo! He is too cute. One of my craziest (scariest) family stories is when we hung my cousin (yes hung, by the neck) from the second story banister for spitting in my eye. My family gives crazy a whole new meaning. Oh yeah, no worries, he was fine. :-/

  3. So cute! Our dog is too big to sleep in the bed, but we do try to keep the cats in the basement. The other night one of them worked very hard and escaped by pushing the entire framework of the locked cat door through the hole. I had to stuff the cat back in and then stuff the door back in after her! I'm a fellow campaigner from your group, so Hi!!

  4. Oh my goodness. I don't think I can produce a crazy family story at 2:33 AM, but Gizmo is absolutely adorable! :D

  5. Ha. He's cute. Although, I don't have a dog to hog my pillow by my cat does a pretty good job. Or he makes sure that he can put his head on it.

  6. Cute post. I have two canine kiddies so I know how important dogs can be to a family.

    We've already connected on Twitter, fellow campaigner, now I'm following your blog :).