Everywhere I go,
my little black dog goes, too.
It might seem invisible,
or you might see through
the little black shape
that’s by my side;
I don’t intentionally
try to hide
my coal-cellar chum;
but, if I go for a walk,
along it’ll come.
.
I’ve had the bête noir
for such a long time,
and, on occasion,
it gets put into my rhyme.
.
Everywhere I go,
I know,
my little black dog
is sure to go.
Graeme Sandford 
*hug – virtual*
I think the loyalty of the thing is why it’s referred to as a dog, but it dogs us a little too often, a little too hard, a little too darkly. This dog needs a longer leash, a releasable catch, and a big paddock on a sunny day.
TY 🙂