Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air. He stood in his kitchen, staring out at the vibrant green lawn. The small, scruffy mutt, Buster, was there again, nosing around his prize-winning tomatoes. He gripped the edge of the countertop, his knuckles white.

He should have said something sooner. He had seen the dog sneaking through the overgrown hedge for weeks. He’d simply ignored it, assuming someone else would do something. He hadn't wanted to cause a fuss. He wanted to be a good neighbor, though, the dog was beginning to eat his vegetables!

He took a deep breath, steeling himself. He would go talk to the owners.