Nothing ever is, although I know a fair number of people who think in those terms.
My first thought was about The Little Dog (probably because he was sitting on my feet at the time). His name is Manuel LeGrand, and here he is, on a winter's day at the beach:
He doesn't know he's a little dog. He is not aware that his head is kinda too big for his body, and that he has the funny, stumpy front legs which some Jack Russell terriers have. He always acts with dignity and decorum, and is as brave, affectionate and loyal as any dog we have ever had. He firmly believes that he will catch every rabbit or pheasant he disturbs out on a walk; of course, with those legs, he doesn't.
He smiles a lot.
I always said I would never have a little dog, "because they're yappy". Thankfully, he's not; he does have a good manly bark when needed. Especially when he's treed a possum in the middle of the night.... !!
Manu misses The Big Dog, his friend Mr D'Arcy, who departed this life a while ago. I haven't yet found him a new companion, but I'm working on it.
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P. S. Possums are classified as noxious pests in this country.