Gemotions

The dog, his parent's fluffy white poodle, bounded up to him, tail wagging, expecting a greeting. He glared at it, a wave of annoyance washing over him. He hated the dog's relentless optimism.

He barely managed a curt, "Go away." The dog, undeterred, nudged his leg. He kicked at it, not hard, but enough to make the creature yelp and retreat.

He retreated to the garden, the silence offering a momentary reprieve, only to find the blooming roses, in all their vibrant glory, a further offense.