Gemotions

He’d almost finished his crossword puzzle when he heard the familiar, rhythmic thud. The sound of paws on the fence. He slammed the newspaper down. The dog, a fluffy white cloud of canine chaos, was again prancing on his prize-winning petunias.

He stormed outside, heart thudding, ready to explode. "That's it!" he bellowed, his voice cracking with the strain. The dog, as if on cue, tilted its head, a picture of innocent confusion.

He pointed a shaking finger toward the opening in the fence. "Go! Out! Before I… before I call the animal control!" The dog, undeterred, sniffed at a particularly vibrant bloom, before proceeding to dig a hole near the fence. His jaw locked.

He imagined the neighbor, oblivious and uncaring, probably still asleep, dreaming of perfect dog obedience.