Buddy was sulking. He sat in the garden with his back to the humans. They made encouraging noises and one of the small ones brought him sausage from the food burning machine. But he was still angry. They had to understand that being small didn’t mean he had no dignity.
In the end, the big one came and crouched beside him.
“How about if I promise not to let them put clothes on you ever again.”
Buddy sighed, and scrooched over until he was able to lean against the one who understood.
He smiled, and big scratched his ears consolingly.