For almost as long as I can remember, the black dog has been hounding me. Through the years his shape has changed, he has grown considerably since the day when I first noticed him tailing me. He has become much more ferocious than he once was, he is far less easily silenced lately. But all things must start at infancy, and my black dog is no exception. I would now hazard to say that he cannot grow much further, although his lifespan is something I can't even begin to guess at. He may still be following me in ten years time for all I know, or we may parts ways within the year. Certainty has never really characterised our acquaintance after all.

Imagining a life without my black dog is damn near impossible, for he has simply been with me for so long, since my early adolescence in fact. But, I dare to think that I may soon be able to shake him off, before it becomes too late. There is a reason for me to truly hope at long last. So, this chance shall be taken to at least partially explore the mind and memories of a black sheep, before she comes to shed her woolen skin and throw off the nose of the canine that has so long pursued and mauled her.