How can a dog be lost in the middle of an urban area — and disappear without a trace, never to be seen again? That’s what happened when Munchkin escaped from a vet clinic where she was being boarded five years ago. We’ll never know the truth about what happened to her.
Munchkin was the runt of a five-puppy litter. At the right, you can see her on the fireplace mantle at my house when she was tiny. She was the only female among the five puppies born on a chain to the dog I now have named Lucy. (You can read Lucy’s story from a few weeks ago if you missed it.)
As my ex-wife and I tried to find homes for the puppies, everyone talked about how beautiful she was, but they ended up taking one of the male puppies. By the time the other four were gone, it had been too long. We were too attached to Munchkin to let her go.
No other animal of mine ever had such a flippant name, but we never intended to keep her. Since she was the runt, Melissa nicknamed her Munchkin at one point. By the time we kept her, the name had stuck.

There’s a lot to complain about, but miracle is so much goes right
There are lessons for our lives in the joy and innocence of children
I’m struggling to bridge the gap between my need and my reality
Death of stranger’s dog reminds me how much dogs mean to us
Competent, beautiful girl mirrors what I’d love to have in daughter
I’d forgotten what I said about her necklace, but she hadn’t forgotten
We build our own prison walls, and breaking free starts in heart
If ‘bigots’ can lose their rights, will your rights be next to go?