The human soldiers are never really that considerate of my feelings; not only am I at knee-height to them, but they treat me like I’m more of a needy pet than an attack dog of the proud Canine-Unit. It wouldn’t be so bad if I were allowed to change my own diapers, but often in the past, I would get ambushed by monsters while in the middle of my diaper change. So rather than having a nude dog-boy like me running around, they just prohibit us animal fighters from changing our own diapers altogether…which means I have to wait for that extremely embarrassing moment when my human partners start to notice that funny smell in the air. I can’t just walk up to them and tell them these things. I get nervous enough just going to the diaper store and buying them. I usually buy Goodnites because I go through them so fast, rather than using the tactical military type diapers, which are more expensive than the kind our proud astronauts wear. And once I do finally got my partners attention, almost like a punishment, they’ll pick me up by my harness and pass me to whichever soldier is unfortunate enough to get stuck with the task of changing me…(sob)...It’s very humiliating. It’s not my fault that I can’t sense when I need to be walked. If they didn’t want to change me, then they shouldn’t have requested an animal partner, but because of my size, I’m the only one that can fight monsters in tight spaces. Not much people can fit in ventilation shafts and most overhead storage bins.