Gizmo was my first dog. He was a terrier mix of some kind, though I am not sure what he was mixed with. I got him for my 5th birthday. My aunt found him and his mother. The others puppies in the litter died, but he survived.
Being five years old, and having just watched the movie Gremlins, it was only natural to name him Gizmo. He enjoyed digging holes and escaping the backyard. My brother and I used to hook Gizmo up to our wagon or sled and let him pull us around. Gizmo was always a good sport about it.
The neighboor cat always insisted on sunbathing just out of Gizmo's reach. Gizmo hated cats. I used to take planks and cinder blocks to create agility equipment in the backyard. A street hockey stick and some lawn chairs make good jumps. Gizmo and I were doing "agility" before I even knew what it was.
When my parents got divorced Gizmo stayed with my dad. My aunt was watching Gizmo while my dad was on his honeymoon with my stepmom, when Gizmo was struck by a car and killed. He was only 10 years old.
