Also, for what it's worth, my wife wants a pomeranian. Which is like a football-sized barking ball of fur and more liable to be fetched than it is to fetch anything. And dammit I'm gonna love it anyway. (*sigh)
My wife had one for a bit, and he was a really cool dog. Thought he was a lot bigger than he was too.
Once my step-daughter had a baby, and that baby became my wife's center of attention, he couldn't handle that, and he ran away from home. We put out an ad, and got him back...but he was so obviously completely miserable. We gave him back to the people who had returned him to us. They'd made him the center of their attention, and we knew he'd be happy there.