Sneaky Squirrel continues his progress toward becoming a normal dog. Fewer things frighten him these days, he is less cognizant of strangers and loud noises, he is able to just live his life – most of the time.
Yet there are still occasions in which he inexplicably runs to his little blanket fort in the corner of the bathroom to disappear. Round and round he twirls and swirls in the pile of soft blankets until there is no more Sneaky Squirrel, there is just a little lump in the corner.
I tried once to remove the pile of blankets, thinking they were no longer necessary. I thought Sneaky Squirrel had put behind him whatever it was that was chasing him, whatever was keeping his troubled past alive. I was wrong. Maybe Sneaky Squirrel will always need his blanket fort, maybe he will always need his safe place.
The truth is, we all need a safe place. Sometimes I wish I could join Squirrel in his blanket fort.
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