#dopeaurum

Your routine used to be simple. If you'd slept that night, you'd wake up to your alarm. Shower, take care of your hair and fangs, eat breakfast, get dressed, go to work, come home. Find something to do until the process repeated itself. It was your norm. And then you took Martha in, and any hope of a routine was shot. Your alarm no longer wakes you-- instead, it's Martha, hopping onto your bed and nosing your cheek to get your attention, huffing in your ears. It makes you laugh, every time. Sometimes she brings you her leash, other times she leaves you to get it, but either way, as soon as she knows you're out of bed, she's waiting by the door. You throw on casual clothes and follow suit, clipping the leash to her collar and guiding her outside for a morning walk. She's grown in the past few months, been trained well by you and Jade. She no longer whines when you leave for the day, and you don't come home to chewed furniture and scratched walls. And you have to admit, it's nice having someone who was always happy to see you. You get met with tail wags daily, and today she also meets you with a tug of war toy. You smile at her as you take the other end. "Wanna play, Martha? Wanna play, let's play," You say, giving the rope toy playful tugs as Martha tries to jerk it from your hands. She can't, being young, so eventually you drop the other end in favor of scratching her head with both hands, "That's my good girl, my big strong girl." You daresay being a pet owner has grown on you.