Gemotions

The vibrant green of his lawn, meticulously cared for, was now marred by a series of shallow holes. He stood there, legs rooted to the spot, watching the dog dig with unrestrained glee. He felt like his energy had been depleted.

He'd tried everything. Fences, deterrents, even a polite note. Nothing worked. It was always the same. He ran a hand through his hair, the action stiff and mechanical.

The dog, covered in dirt, finally looked up at him, its tongue lolling out. A small smile flickered across his face, the ghost of a feeling. Maybe he could just try again.