Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows as David saw Charlie, the golden retriever, trot through the rose bushes, tail held high. He closed his eyes momentarily. This was the third time this week.

He sighed, but a small smile tugged at his lips. David went to find the owner, Mrs. Abernathy, who was known to make the best baked goods in the neighborhood.

He knew she would be as frustrated as she was kind. David found himself already plotting the best angle to secure the fence. He imagined a future where Charlie could play without this constant problem. It filled him with a quiet satisfaction.