Dogs have been man’s best friend for thousands of years and, as time has gone on, our four-legged companions have had many roles in human society.
Recently, a lot of dogs have become smaller to adapt to urban living conditions.
One of these small dogs lives down the road from me.
He is called Harold.
Visually, Harold is nothing short of angelic – he a sentient ball of fur, suspended a few inches above the ground by four stubby and extremely fluffy legs.
However, Harold cannot fathom the fact that he is a small dog.
His mind is completely out of sync with his body.
Although he is physically small in stature, I think that on some level, Harold whole-heartedly believes that he is a wolf.
As a result, he cannot comprehend why he is not treated with the same sense of reverence and awe as his fearsome and majestic ancestor.
Being called ‘cute’ and ‘adorable’ does not sit well with Harold.
In fact, it makes him very angry.
He therefore feels a constant and unstoppable urge to establish himself and remind anyone or anything that strays into his immediate vicinity that he is a force to be reckoned with.
Harold’s has a severe case of ‘small dog syndrome’.
He is under the impression that, if he yaps with enough frequency and intensity, he will eventually be able to transform his deluded perception of himself into reality and convince everyone that he is, in fact, a big dog.