The old #Gizmo is back, loving us as much as before.

It is good to be back.

        The next morning, the old Gizmo has returned.  When I unlock the cage and let him out into our accident-free kitchen, he is his old tail-wagging, smiling, leaping, love you-love you self.  When we go for a walk, he has his old jauntiness, his bright step which tells the world that all is fine, this is a grand day and Gizmo is proud and happy to be part of it.                                                                      

           When we return home and Grace is awake with coffee ready, Gizmo runs to greet her, leaping to nuzzle her lap, wagging his tail.  All is forgiven and forgotten.  My kvetchiness about Gizmo’s greeting has been erased.  Our beloved dog has returned to us.

         “There are times when even the best manager is like the little boy with the big dog, waiting to see where the dog wants to go so he can take him there.”  Lee Iacocca