Gemotions

"Oh, for heaven's sake," I muttered, slamming the lid of the trash can. The stench of spoiled food and discarded diapers mingled with the sweet scent of honeysuckle, but I could barely focus on the smells.

Shadow, their Labrador, was again, in my yard, this time with half a chicken bone dangling from his mouth. I could not believe this was happening.

I knew Mrs. Davis was going to be furious about the garbage. And the worst part? I’d told her just yesterday about the problem. My face grew hot. I avoided eye contact with the dog, knowing the shame would only worsen.