I have a little black dog.

He goes everywhere with me, whether I want him to or not. I cannot drop his leash, we are bound together. Although I always hope that some day he will skulk away and never come back. Unfortunately, he is loyal to me. He is my dog and he does not let me forget that.

My little black dog is very quiet most days, in fact, nobody even notices he’s there. He follows closely, always at my left heel. He doesn’t often bark or draw attention to himself. But he is always there, just inside my line of vision. Some days he is much more demanding of attention than others.

Given my little black dog is by no means a puppy it is unusual that he still wakes me at night. He gets agitated in the dark, sits growling in the corner, making it difficult for me to drift off.

I don’t introduce my black dog to people, he’s really not very friendly so I try to keep him hidden. He likes to keep others at bay, he’s very protective over me. In fact, he basks in the moments when I am most alone, just me and him.

And that is my little black dog.