We lost three . . . gained one. Let me introduce to my extended friends our newest family member, Munchkin. She's now nine months old and a complete spoiled brat. She runs with our Labrador Retriever, Buddy. Buddy thinks he's a Pomeranian, she thinks she's a Labrador. Buddy wedges his butt in a doggie bed made for a ten-pounder, Munchkin lays in the middle of a huge crate. When Taz died the day after Christmas, after already losing our beloved Gidgie back in June, we were so overwhelmed with grief we went on an immediate search for something to mend our tattered hearts. We drove clear to the border of New Mexico and Texas to rendezvouz with Munchkin's owners, and she handled the hours from Missouri all the way to Arizona like a trooper. Munchkin is still going through puppy shenanigans, but those tiny toes are already starting to fill some mighty big shoes.
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