One of my work colleagues went out of town for a few days and needed someone to take care of her dog. Perfect, I thought, the opportunity to "test drive" a dog, to see if the kids would like one. She assured me he wasn't a big dog, which sounded ideal.
Turns out Sparky is a Pomeranian, the least charming of all dogs. This is coming from a lifelong dog-lover, who can find something to admire in virtually every breed. Except Pomeranians. I admit that I was coming at this as an outsider, never having spent any time with a Pomeranian, but getting the sense that they are high-strung, nervous little creatures without much to offer mankind.
Sparky entirely confirmed my prejudices.