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"No, no, it's definitively not in the cabinet" she said, while rummaging through one of its drawers. Are you sure you left it there? Her tail flicked while she closed the drawer saying: "keep on stirring Maxy, I'll be right back". She didn't even hear the obligatory yes-mistress when she walked off to the hall, phone still pressed to one of her ears. Being slightly annoyed by her husband telling her that he once again left one of his notebooks at home, she did of course understand how important they were for his job, so here she was, turning the house inside out once again to find them.

In the kitchen a small canine stood on a plastic box he always used when working at the kitchen's counter. Although he had the height of but a twelve-year-old cub, he wasn't really any smaller than any other member of his species, as Corgi's never really grew much taller even as adults. That even might have been the reason why his owners bought him, she certainly seem to like mothering him every now and then. Today she had outfitted him in just plain blue shorts and a yellow t-shirt, and of course he wore his collar, which tags jingled as he stirred the light-brownish paste. He had no idea why he was stirring it, or what it was, but when the phone rang and she went over the many containers in the house, he simply did what he was told.

His ears perked when the door behind him opened after a few minutes. Max heard another "yeah you too honey, goodbye", followed by a loud squeaking to which he turned his head. Apparently she didn't just find the missing notebook, for next to her stood a big wooden high chair. "Look what I found maxy, it used to be my mother's" she exclaimed. Some might have called it a cubby-chair, the widest-known brand high chairs for cubs, but with his past Max couldn't recognized it as such. "Come on, let's see if you'd fit", a comment that made Max's ears drop quite suddenly.

She was his owner, and he would always do what she told him to, but that didn't mean he had to like it. A whine and a moment hesitation didn't seem to change her mind though, so he laid down the clutch and slowly approached the big chair whilst fidgeting with his collar. "Do I really have to, mistress?" a last escape attempt whispered.

"Oh, don't be like that; I only want to see if you'll fit, it'll be fun". Indeed, she did take a liking in treating her pet slave like a cub, despite his adolescence. Max however, didn't, at least not this time. He had felt slightly humiliated numerous times before when she would take him shopping, holding his paw and on a leash, or when being strapped in the car, something he could do perfectly himself. It wouldn't be all too bad, though, if all dogs would be treated like this, at least then he could be 'normal'. But most dogs would be bought with a more utilitarian purpose in mind, such as helping in their owners shop or taking care of their owner's offspring. Some were even allowed to drink coffee. Sure, those dogs have to work, but at least they could live their lives in relative normalcy.

As he slowly approached the already dreaded object he took a good look at it. The big chair was made of wood and plastic in an Ikea-esque style, sturdy and functional. Naturally the occupant would be seated quite high so that parents could feed him properly. Not that the seat would be that uncomfortable, Max was used to sitting on the ground because "pets shouldn't sit on the furniture", and its padding would be a welcome change from the hard floor. The corgi had seen other high chairs being used of course, but those would be holding small cubs and not grown-ups! As he was about to climb the wooden chair he was suddenly swooped up from under his arms and put in the seat promptly. Not only did he have to sit in a chair for cubs, he was also being put in it as if he couldn't do that himself!

As he was about to make himself comfortable by putting his tail through the gap in the backside, Max was yet again surprised. Mistress Reynolds had slid the tray back on the chair and reattached to it the leather strap that went between the corgi's legs. Although he was very small for an adult he was still far bigger than a four year old, so with the tray back in its place the seat was quite cramped. Now he was truly stuck, the sight of which had earned him the well known "d'aw, you're so cute" from his mistress. As any true mother would do she helped him getting his tail through the gap. As Max thought they were finally done, she went to grab the final piece. He couldn't really see what it was until she dropped it quite suddenly on the tray that was attached to the chair.

It took a moment for Max to realize what it was, but when he did he knew that it would be both today's final and deepest humiliation; the bundle of brown straps was a harness that was put on the chair's occupant to keep it from escaping the chair. It was made of leather, and consisted of four straps that buckled on the back (to keep busy fingers from opening them) and a little chest plate with the usual childish print on it. The harness had another set of straps that would secure it to the side and back of the chair, keeping the wearer tightly in its seat.

Mistress Reynolds had picked it up and held it in front of him before he had time to complain, so he reluctantly put his arms through the holes. She wasted no time and quickly buckled it in place, but the harness was intended for a tad smaller user which resulted in a rather snug fit. Shortly thereafter the harness was fastened to the chair. The leather straps hugged the corgi quite snugly, and Max soon realized that he wouldn't go anywhere without the help of the mistress. For a moment he tried to struggle by pushing himself up, but it was of no use, Max wasn't going anywhere.

The mistress saw the apologizing look on the corgi's face and simply couldn't resist hugging him and ruffling the fur between his large ears. She had a weakness for everything even remotely cute, and in many ways was Max her teddy-bear. Naturally she couldn't resist the sight of a reluctant corgi getting caught trying to escape the high chair. As much as his vixen owner was enjoying herself, Max wasn't really amused. After the cuddle, which was nice, he was yet again immediately aware of his predicament, and a few seconds later he already asked if he could get out.

"Oh Maxy, you just got in, and when puppies get put in the high chair that must mean it is feeding time right?" As can be expected with hungry dogs, ears quickly perked at the mention of food. "Let's make ourselves some pancakes"

That must've been what he had been preparing, pancake batter! Little did he know that the ingredients she had added in the bowl would be used to make one of his favorite meals! The mention of it was making him wag his tail vigorously.

The vixen got to work while the corgi waited patiently (not that he had any other choice). When the first batter hit the pan and the smells the corgi's nose, Max instinctively leaned in its direction sniffing the wonderful smell. Normally he would follow his nose a good few inches, but with the harness securing him snugly, he was promptly pulled back into his seat. Oh, how he loved watching his mistress cook standing next to her on his box, taking in the lovely smells of the food. Something he couldn't do this time thanks to the dreaded cubby chair!

After many, too many for his part, minutes of waiting and waiting some more, the pancakes were finally ready. She sliced them and put them in his plastic bowl. Yes. His bowl. Max wasn't allowed to eat of a plate nor could he use utensils. Whenever dinnertime was there, he had to sit on the floor and eat with his paws of his bowl, his dreaded plastic doggy bowl. He didn't mind sitting on the floor or not using utensils, but not even being allowed to eat of a plate was just plain stupid he thought. To his horror, it even had his name spelled on the side, washing away his last sense of dignity.

All those thoughts abruptly disappeared when she walked over, grabbed a chair and put the bowl in front of him. He was about to dig in with his paws as usual when she told him to wait, and started hand-feeding him. The canine tail had stopped wagging for only a moment, but when the first piece was held in front of his muzzle it resumed wagging again. Every time another piece was picked up by the vixen and brought to his muzzle, he leaned forward only to be stopped dead in his tracks by the leather contraption. Maybe he wasn't allowed to eat like a normal person, but at least he was allowed to eat a bit doggishly, something he most certainly did.

After many more bites the bowl was empty and she returned to the kitchen to do the dishes. Max had to intention to remain seated, but not having to do the dishes himself, he didn't want to look ungrateful and patiently waited for her to finish. Luckily that didn't take so long, and the mistress walked over and released him from his wooden prison. "You've been a good boy, Maxy"

"Help me put this thing back, and then you can watch some TV"