Munchkin! The real hero of the Little Red Cottage! Munchkin is so tiny, and he has only one eye left. He lost the other one when he punctured it bouncing around sniffing down into freshly mowed wild grass stalks. One of the severed stalks of grass stabbed his eyeball. Can’t imagine the agony! He was a lovable little dog, very friendly, and already along in years. We all adored him. Thing is, I never cared for tiny little lap dogs before I met Munchkin. Used to dismiss them as silly foo-foo dogs for spoiled, rich people. Not Munchkin. He slayed bullshit! And he hopped up into your lap like a cat showing you who’s boss, too. Yeah, we all loved that little dog, and he opened my heart to appreciate other powerful little foo-foos, too.