I was just a child when Gidget came into our household. I remember the night we went to pick her up. She was the only black puppy in her litter. My brother had to crawl into the dog house to get her out.
She rode home in my Dad's front shirt pocket. She was that small. Mom fixed up a box for her in the kitchen. She used my old kindergarten blanket. Dad wrapped up a wind up clock to help her sleep through the night.
She had one litter of puppies. It was a sight to see. She was sleeping in my brother's bed the night she went into labor. By morning, she had already given birth to two puppies while my brother slept. Had he rolled over, he would have rolled on to the puppies. My mom let us stay home from school to watch the others be born. However, we only got to watch a couple before Mom sent us on to school. Gidget was having a hard time birthing the last one. It was very large. By the time it was born, it had died. Dad buried it in the backyard by the birds of paradise plants. After these puppies, she was fixed an never had any more puppies.
She became my Mom's dog over the years. After we moved from Hawaii to Colo, she prefered to sleep under the covers of my parents bed. She was not a happy cold dog.
One of our favorite things to do with her was give her M&M's. Yeah, now we know not to give dogs chocolate but she loved them. She would take it in her mouth and shake her head one way and let it fly. She would do it again and again, until she was ready to eat that M&M.
She also loved popcorn, but not just any popcorn it had to have butter on it. If it did not have butter she would turn her nose up at it.
She loved my mom and when my mom worked, Gidget knew when Mom would be coming home from work. She would go and sit down by the front door about 5 minutes before she would arrive home. Ready to greet Mom when she got home. When the car would pull into the driveway, she would start the happy she's home dance. Barking and scratching at the front door.
When she died, Mom and my brother were taking her to the vet. She was sick and we knew that the end was near. She died in my brother's arms on the way.
She rode home in my Dad's front shirt pocket. She was that small. Mom fixed up a box for her in the kitchen. She used my old kindergarten blanket. Dad wrapped up a wind up clock to help her sleep through the night.
She had one litter of puppies. It was a sight to see. She was sleeping in my brother's bed the night she went into labor. By morning, she had already given birth to two puppies while my brother slept. Had he rolled over, he would have rolled on to the puppies. My mom let us stay home from school to watch the others be born. However, we only got to watch a couple before Mom sent us on to school. Gidget was having a hard time birthing the last one. It was very large. By the time it was born, it had died. Dad buried it in the backyard by the birds of paradise plants. After these puppies, she was fixed an never had any more puppies.
She became my Mom's dog over the years. After we moved from Hawaii to Colo, she prefered to sleep under the covers of my parents bed. She was not a happy cold dog.
One of our favorite things to do with her was give her M&M's. Yeah, now we know not to give dogs chocolate but she loved them. She would take it in her mouth and shake her head one way and let it fly. She would do it again and again, until she was ready to eat that M&M.
She also loved popcorn, but not just any popcorn it had to have butter on it. If it did not have butter she would turn her nose up at it.
She loved my mom and when my mom worked, Gidget knew when Mom would be coming home from work. She would go and sit down by the front door about 5 minutes before she would arrive home. Ready to greet Mom when she got home. When the car would pull into the driveway, she would start the happy she's home dance. Barking and scratching at the front door.
When she died, Mom and my brother were taking her to the vet. She was sick and we knew that the end was near. She died in my brother's arms on the way.
I was just a child when Gidget came into our household. I remember the night we went to pick her up. She was the only black puppy in her litter. My brother had to crawl into the dog house to get her out.
She rode home in my Dad's front shirt pocket. She was that small. Mom fixed up a box for her in the kitchen. She used my old kindergarten blanket. Dad wrapped up a wind up clock to help her sleep through the night.
She had one litter of puppies. It was a sight to see. She was sleeping in my brother's bed the night she went into labor. By morning, she had already given birth to two puppies while my brother slept. Had he rolled over, he would have rolled on to the puppies. My mom let us stay home from school to watch the others be born. However, we only got to watch a couple before Mom sent us on to school. Gidget was having a hard time birthing the last one. It was very large. By the time it was born, it had died. Dad buried it in the backyard by the birds of paradise plants. After these puppies, she was fixed an never had any more puppies.
She became my Mom's dog over the years. After we moved from Hawaii to Colo, she prefered to sleep under the covers of my parents bed. She was not a happy cold dog.
One of our favorite things to do with her was give her M&M's. Yeah, now we know not to give dogs chocolate but she loved them. She would take it in her mouth and shake her head one way and let it fly. She would do it again and again, until she was ready to eat that M&M.
She also loved popcorn, but not just any popcorn it had to have butter on it. If it did not have butter she would turn her nose up at it.
She loved my mom and when my mom worked, Gidget knew when Mom would be coming home from work. She would go and sit down by the front door about 5 minutes before she would arrive home. Ready to greet Mom when she got home. When the car would pull into the driveway, she would start the happy she's home dance. Barking and scratching at the front door.
When she died, Mom and my brother were taking her to the vet. She was sick and we knew that the end was near. She died in my brother's arms on the way.
She rode home in my Dad's front shirt pocket. She was that small. Mom fixed up a box for her in the kitchen. She used my old kindergarten blanket. Dad wrapped up a wind up clock to help her sleep through the night.
She had one litter of puppies. It was a sight to see. She was sleeping in my brother's bed the night she went into labor. By morning, she had already given birth to two puppies while my brother slept. Had he rolled over, he would have rolled on to the puppies. My mom let us stay home from school to watch the others be born. However, we only got to watch a couple before Mom sent us on to school. Gidget was having a hard time birthing the last one. It was very large. By the time it was born, it had died. Dad buried it in the backyard by the birds of paradise plants. After these puppies, she was fixed an never had any more puppies.
She became my Mom's dog over the years. After we moved from Hawaii to Colo, she prefered to sleep under the covers of my parents bed. She was not a happy cold dog.
One of our favorite things to do with her was give her M&M's. Yeah, now we know not to give dogs chocolate but she loved them. She would take it in her mouth and shake her head one way and let it fly. She would do it again and again, until she was ready to eat that M&M.
She also loved popcorn, but not just any popcorn it had to have butter on it. If it did not have butter she would turn her nose up at it.
She loved my mom and when my mom worked, Gidget knew when Mom would be coming home from work. She would go and sit down by the front door about 5 minutes before she would arrive home. Ready to greet Mom when she got home. When the car would pull into the driveway, she would start the happy she's home dance. Barking and scratching at the front door.
When she died, Mom and my brother were taking her to the vet. She was sick and we knew that the end was near. She died in my brother's arms on the way.
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