A lot of people can relate to this, I’m sure!
My black dog is never friendly and it never wags its tail in greeting me. Instead it comes skulking and growling, and I reel back in wariness when its bark can be heard in the distance. It is a nasty creature that lurks darkly in the back of my world and even when it’s not around I am sometimes anxious and afraid it will make an unwelcome return visit.
It creeps around and I don’t notice that it is there. Before it makes its presence known, it nips and bites at me, and though I have the scars from its past attacks, I somehow don’t recognise it at first. By now I should be able to smell its rancid, doggy smell, but somehow it always fools me into forgetting. I should hear it on the stairs when I’m sitting drinking. I should know it needs feeding when I start my…
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