"What have you got?" asked the wolf. "Your owner beats you all the time. Kids kick you out of the way. Try to steal a piece of meat and they hit you over the head with a club."

  "At least I can steal the meat!" answered the dog. "You haven't got anything to steal."

  "Hah! I eat whenever I want. No one bothers me."

  "What do you eat? You slink around while the men butcher the buffalo and get what's left over. You're afraid to get close. You sit there with your armpits stinking, pulling dirt balls out of your tail."

   "Look who's talking, with camp garbage smeared all over your face."

   "Hrumph. Whenever I come into camp, my owner throws me something good to eat."

  "When your owner goes out to ease himself at night you follow along to eat the droppings, that's how much you get to eat."

  "That's okay! These people only eat the finest parts!"

  "You're proud of it!"

   "Listen, whenever they're cooking in camp, you smell the grease, you come around and howl, and I feel sorry for you. I pity you . . ."

  "When do they let you have a good time?" asked the wolf.

  ". . . I sleep warm, you sleep out there in the rain, they scratch my ears, you -"

  Just then the woman shouldered a bundle of roots, whacked the dog on the back with a stick, and started back to camp. The dog followed along behind her, calling over his shoulder at the wolf, "You're just full of envy for a good life, that's all that wrong with you."