A pomeranian. My very first dog was a pom-mix . . . Even then I knew I didn't want a pom, but it was the ONLY dog my dad approved of at the time and I really wanted a dog, so I went along with it. (Bad choices, I know. I was only eleven or so at the time, though.) She was a nice enough dog, but that's definitely not the breed for me. My eyes started aching every time I looked at her bugged out eyes.