My name is Gizmo, and my people like taking me on walks to help other dogs. No one knows what kind of dog I am, but my people are pretty sure I'm part cat, because I seem to have nine lives! I escaped death in South Carolina, where my old owners dropped me off at a shelter, which I understand means I probably would have been put to death, if it weren't for some good luck. If someone from Pennsylvania hadn't been there right at that time, who knows what might have happened! I was brought up here with a bad leg from an accident that happened to me before, and a fear of dogs. I want to help other dogs-- not everyone is as lucky as me!