Gizmo

In the early morning hours of the fourth of July our Gizmo was hit by a car and killed instantly in the road in front of our home when he got loose and ran.  The driver did not stop; we did not see it happen.  A friend of my son's found him when everybody went looking for Giz.  He was 2.5 years old, 7.5lbs, and the best dog I've ever had.  I miss him so much it hurts, still, and I keep crying about him at random times.  Like now.  Kyle mentioned my birthday, which will be in a couple of days, and the only thing I really want for my birthday is my Gizmo back.  

To help fill the emptiness, though there could never be a replacement, we've adopted a minpin who was being fostered in the Ogdensburg area.  He is six years old and we've named him Jake.  He's very fearful and has obviously been mistreated somewhere along the lines.  The only problem we're having with him is that he's not housebroken....or he's forgotten how to be.  So earlier I brought Max's pet taxi up and cleaned it well and made Jake a nice nest in it.  We'll have to crate train him, I guess.  We hate to do it to him because he's been through so much, but I'm getting damned frustrated cleaning up all his piddle spots.