That dog, this dog is an intimate, reflective piece exploring the very essence of my attachment to the dogs in my life. Since being diagnosed with PTSD after leaving a very violent relationship, I have struggled to sleep at night without episodes of paranoia. I was never one to allow animals to sleep in my bed, but while staying at a friend’s place, I had no choice. The security I felt with a dog at the end of my bed, facing the door, was something I wasn’t expecting and yet, it has become a major part of my recovery. The poem in the piece expresses how these dogs are my security blanket.