Kids and pets have this on common: they’re both subject to the irrational whims of adults.
Marshall the bulldog hates his sweater. I know just how he feels. When I was 12 years old or so, my parents bought me this goofy fedora hat to wear to church. Boy, did I feel like a schmo! Every Sunday, I did my level best to lose the hat somewhere in church. My father kept finding it. This went on for months and months until I finally lost it somewhere he never thought to look. Happily, they did not replace it. I think they finally decided it just wasn’t worth the trouble.