Terror of Ankles

At some point in the distant past there existed a certain Pomeranian that has become legendary in my extended family for it's exemplification of a sort of "hi my name is no-no-bad-dog" joke. It's name was Peanut, but it was such an ill-tempered, fire-breathing, noisy beast that it eventually only answered to "shutupt Peanut" and didn't recognise its name independantly. What ever have humans done to such an otherwise noble species...