Gemotions

He watched from his living room window, the morning news a mere distraction from the canine intruder. That golden retriever, Atlas, bounding across his perfectly manicured grass, was a recurring nightmare. A muscle in his cheek twitched.

His blood pressure always spiked when he saw the dog. He needed the lawn to be perfect. The community was judging. He had worked hard to get where he was, and now some slobbering, uncaged beast was mocking his efforts.

He let out a long, slow sigh. He considered calling the neighbors again, but the thought filled him with a weariness that settled in his bones. Instead, he reached for the phone and scrolled through the contacts of his property management company, preparing to make a call.