Now, this might seem like a given to some, but Dash is the first of my dogs to actively seek out a space away from me and the other dogs where he likes to spend time. 

Some dogs like their crates, but as I am a crate-training fail of a human, my pack has the free roam of the house once they prove they can stay alone and not wreck anything and not potty inside regularly. 

Dash found a perfect-sized den for himself under the day bed in the spare bedroom. He is the only one who fits in there, no one can get to him (unless I get on my stomach and crawl in after him). If he is not visible nearby, chances are he is in his 'cave,' as I call it. 

I can sympathize with him. I consider this office room of mine my space, but it is actually a space that connects the living room and my bedroom to the rest of the house. 

In other words, there is no privacy here. No doors to close or ways to keep the TV from my background when others are watching it. 😖

Luckily, I work very well amid distractions and television programs, but there are times when I wish I had a bed to crawl under too. 

My office space keeps me grounded and focused on my tasks and lets in the sunshine from the big windows to my right. It's where I get things done, hang out with fun characters, and do my best to help authors cultivate their stories into published books. 

Even if I can't hide in it or keep people out, this is my own space to be happy in. 

Do you have a happy space? What's it like? Hit reply and let Dash and I know!