I’m going to tell you how I acquired this Littledog of mine, and some of you probably will not believe me, but it’s true. A friend of mine and herTiny three year old boy came to my house for a visit. He saw that I had a Beta fish, and he wanted it. I told him that I wanted aTiny dog. He told me he would trade me his dog for the Beta, so I agreed. So did his mother.

I went over that night to pick up this Littledog, sight unseen, and she was all wet. Pam had just given her a bath. Needless to say, she smelled like a wet dog. I thought, “What have I gotten myself into.” But, no regrets. She was a good friend. A couple of weeks later, theTiny boy’s fish died. He wanted his dog back.

HisMom told him that Gidget had a new home now and it was not right to be an indian giver. He accepted that. He however, spent the rest of Gidget’s years visiting her. He cried as hard as I did when she had to be put to sleep.

My precious 15 year old dog was two when I got her, already fixed, all her shots, but knew nothing about playing. She had been abused, and with all the love and protection I gave her, She never got over some of her fears. I’ve never in my life seen a dog so terrified of thunder storms. The older she got, the more afraid I was, that she would have a heart attack.

I’d sit and hold her for what seemed like hours sometimes, while she panted, shook uncontrollably,and her Littleheart would raceenjoy itwas going to come right out of her chest. I often wondered if she had been left out in a bad storm, because she never got over it.

She always knew when one was coming about three hours ahead of time. I had people call and actually ask me how Gidget was acting. That way they knew what we were in for. When the storm hit, she was right there for me to hold her till the storm passed by.

She was a wonderful pet, as perfect as you could get. She was very possessive when someone would hug me, she was right there, barking her head off. It got to be a game with her. I’d pick her up and she’s get a hug to.

She slept at the foot of my bed. If I had a night where I couldn’t sleep, she’s follow me in the other room and stayed with me until I returned to bed. When I was sick, she never left my side unless she had to go outside, then she was right back.

She was so full of love, so loyal and undescribably wonderful. I loved her so much. I think how wonderful God was when He created an animal that was actually capable of being loved, responding to