Jinx at -4

I wake up every morning at the same time with my mom. My mom is a human, but I call her mom.

I jump out of bed and follow her as she goes to make her coffee and cigarette. She always needs to have a coffee and a cigarette first thing in the morning.

She goes and sits on the couch. I follow. For a few minutes I wait patiently. Few minutes for me. Then I start to talk.

Take me out, peee, pooop, peee, pooop, smell, dogs, snow, ouuuut, now.

She is not happy, but I smile. I know she can not resist my smile.

She goes to put on clothes, I follow. I bite at her socks, then talk to her a bit more.

Faster human, faster, peee is coming, peee is coming.

She talks back. She keeps calling my name and saying the same words aaaall the time. I think she doesn't know too many words, to be honest. She's always like:

Jinx stoop, Jinx shut up, Jinx we're going, wait. Jiiinx.

Whatever mom, I know my name.

She then gets me ready and I always bite her hand. Just to emphasise that she really needs to hurry up.

Then she puts on shoes, coat, takes the keys out of the door and out we goooo.

Well, no, cause we have to take the box that takes us down. I jump up and down on the way there and inside.

She is always so slow at opening doors for me. One day I'll figure out how to do it myself.

Aaaand we're out. Ah the fresh air, all this white frozen ice cream that I get to lick and bite.

I pull and pull and she pulls back so much. She keeps on using other words this time:

Jinx it's slippery, Jinx slow down, Jinx stop pullling.

Okay, mom, I know my name.

And there is thing - whenever I go out, I am amazed. Outside is just amazing. There is so much to do, so much to explore and sniff and eat. Not that crap she feeds me at home.

But no she always tells me:

Jinx drop it, Jinx stop taking stuff from the streets, Jinx you have food at home.

Okay mom, I know my name.

And I slip too, but I looove it and pull some more.

Why did we go out again?

Aaaaah I need to pee. But I can hold it a bit longer. If I pee now she will take me back inside. But I really, really, have to go.

Well, this is our morning walk, she expects poo poo too so I might as well and delay the ass bomb.

I sit down like a lady and unleash the flow. Ohhh it feels so good. She tells me:

Good dog.

Okay, mon, I know I am not.

And then we walk some more. I am not meeting any friends this morning. Maybe their moms and dads are too cold. My mom is brave, I'll give her that.

Oh but, damn, ass booooomb.

I love my ass bombs. They're like food I keep for later. Food that mom, for some reason, takes in a bag and throws away…

Such a waste, mom, such a waste.