And Jaws-of-Death, my 95 lb. gentle-as-a-lamb pittie, who is brutal on toys. Bought him one once “guaranteed” to stand up to the toughest chewers, lasted maybe 10 minutes.
It’s actually been that way for a long time. Software agreements even from decades ago were written to give the manufacturer/developer all the rights and the consumer not even ownership of what they “bought”; more like rented.
Perfume I bought for Mom when young. Came in a quart bottle, I was so happy I sqved up the money. I think she wore it a time or 2 to show she “liked” it but it probably would have been a better bug killer.
Love how those old timey docs and dentists often doubled as the mortician also.