A lot of people can relate to this, I’m sure!
Originally posted on diaryofamessylife:
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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