Only been around one, it belonged to my buddy and he was a sweetheart. I think I enjoyed visiting my buddies Dash as much as him.
Now the dogs I hate are friggen Chihuahuas, talk about little dog attitudes.
When I was a little kid one of our family friends had a Chihuahua that always nipped at my ankles, hated going to their house. Their daughter had a baby and back in those days the baby bottles were glass. One day while she was standing up and feeding the baby with a full bottle of formula. The dog like always, right at her feet annoying little **** that it was. The bottle slipped hit that mute square in the head and killed it.
We weren’t there when it happened, but when they told us the story my Dad shot me a don’t you dare celebrate look. He knew I hated that dog. Ha ha