Sleeping In The Dog House

I hate conflict, and I always have. As a child I would hide away when voices got raised, glass got thrown, and divorce got threatened. My favorite hiding spot? Our Spitz's dog house outside. I would run out there when no one was looking, and curl up with our dog. She kept me warm and comforted on many a night. My loving, attentive family (sarcasm) never figured out where I was hiding. And that was the way I liked it. I've outgrown the dog house now, and moved to a walk in closet with a deadbolt. But I still miss curling up next to our dog, closing my eyes, and knowing that I was safe, albeit temporarily.
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Aug 16, 2012