I will have you know that Toto from the 1939 Wizard of Oz is fabulous. This tiny little dog is aware of absolutely everything going on from the very beginning. The old lady who's name I forgot tryna take him away? He hops right outta that basket of doom, finds his way home when he hasn't been able to see where he is, and then jumps through a window to get to Dorothy. And when the Wicked Witch has him? He single-handedly navigates her castle, jumps over a huge gap when the drawbridge starts to go up, the climbs down a freaking mini-mountain and finds Dorothy's friends so they can go rescue her. Not to mention the fact that he's so small. Like, seriously, he's a teensy lil doggo. Rant finished.