I grew up on the coast where year-round warm weather and beaches were always within reach, but nowadays, I'm still getting used to the vastly different seasons. I hug the blanket tighter as I watch my pet scurry around the backyard. While I sip on hot tea inside the house, I watch her throw herself into heaps of snow and I can't help myself from reflecting the smile on her cute, playful face.
From the north, huh?
With the abnormally high temperature of her body, I know she's well adapted for the cold and that I don't need to worry about the way she's burying herself into snow while clothed in so little. I've only seen her shift a handful of times, mostly when she's strung off euphoria and coming all over—or in me. However, the changes never last for more than a few minutes and it leaves me wondering about her origins.
With her cute curiosity, I wonder if she's maybe a fox. Or possibly even part bear. She's certainly strong like one, even for such a tiny girl. I once thought that she was part cat, but now that I really know how soft and velvety her tongue is, I know there's not a drop of feline blood in her. Must be canine then.
After more than enough play time, I slide open the patio door and shiver at the blast of cold air. "Taeyeon-ah!" I call for her, "dinner's ready!"
I've named her after a famous singer that my mother used to listen to because she bears such a resemblance to the legendary idol.
She scurries through the patio door and shakes the icy clumps off her body. "Taeyeon!" I shriek, hating the stings of cold. "Don't drag all that snow in!" I help strip Taeyeon of her sweater and pants, leaving her in her usual loose tank and boy-shorts. "Did you have fun, sweetie?" I ask while petting her cold, damp hair.
"It would've been more fun with you!" she whines.
I chuckle as I grumble to myself, "you and I have very different ideas about fun."
…
"Master! Please don't go!"
I've been at home every day with her for a little over a week now, so I sigh as I tell her, "it's for work, Taeyeon, I have to go into the office today—"
"What if you don't come back?!"
Even though it's only been a few days with her, I hate that she's already figured out to pack guilt under my skin. "Taeyeon," I sigh.
"Please don't go!"
"You're being a silly girl. I'm going to come back. It's just a few hours."
The guilt just compounds as she clutches onto my waist and buries her face into my chest. "Please stay. Please, please, don't go—"
"You're being silly, sweetheart," I tell her, but I wrap your arms around her anyway. "It's just a few hours," I console her, stroking her soft, raven locks. "I promise I'll be home soon. You be good, okay? Don't mess up the house."
…
When I get home that evening, as soon as I've shut the door behind me, Taeyeon rips around the corner on thundering feet.
"Hi, sweetheart. Did you—oof!"
She slams into my chest, with arms wrapped around me, and she sends both to the floor. I hit the cold tiles, landing most of my weight on my shoulder blade first, and I hiss at the searing pain that floods my back. I almost start yelling at her until I finally take in the sound that's echoing in the foyer.
