A week of little dogs has me smiling. We met this little guy, Gizmo, in Anderson River Park. Full of zip and personality, he kept running up and down until his person picked him up. This would be the wrong dog for Paris Hilton.
Gizmo did not sit still. He pounced and strutted. He seemed to be having the last laugh. Don’t dogs laugh at us like they are hinting, “Yeah, right. You sit and wait. I’m not doing that.”
Gizmo would have had a fit if anyone had tried to tote him in a purse.
Friends don’t let friends put dogs in purses.