Gemotions

The tiny terrier mix, Sparky, had declared himself the victor of a new game: "Conquer the Concrete." He’d squeezed under the fence again, and was currently standing on the patio table, surveying his domain with an air of supreme confidence. I leaned against the fence, arms crossed, and my shoulders shook slightly.

The way his ears perked up, a twitch in his tail – it was hard not to crack a smile. He was so ridiculously small, yet held himself with such bravado.

I thought about getting a water gun.