Gemotions

The dog, a hulking Labrador, seemed to sense the shift in the atmosphere. He stopped his playful chase of a rogue garden gnome and looked directly at him, tongue lolling, tail wagging. He felt his face heat up, a flush of pure, unadulterated… irritation. He could feel it in his gut, a knot tightening with each passing second.

He pointed a shaking finger at the dog, his throat constricted, making it difficult to speak. "Get! Out!" he managed, the words a raspy growl.

He wanted to scream.