I rescued one of those (like the one on the left). He was my first dog and a real pain. I truly think that someone “threw him away” in our neighborhood knowing that some dummy (me) would take him in. Not an easy dog to live with — willful, sneaky, etc.
I used to confine him to the kitchen when I was out of the house and he could sneak through the baby gate so that he could poop and pee on the rugs. So, I would block his exit with my typewriter case. That little devil actually jump up on the kitchen table and pooped on the keyboard of my typewriter when I had to dash in to the newspaper to turn in my “copy” before deadline.
After he died, I had to have the bottom 8 inches of all of the mahogany furniture, including the piano pedals, refinished do to his “accidents”.
But, he was cute, as long as he was the center of attention.
Good point. Where are the miniature Labs and Goldens?