Gemotions

The dog, a golden retriever named Buster, jumped up, paws landing on Ethan's chest, leaving muddy prints. "Down, boy!" Ethan snapped, pushing the animal away, but he didn't move. He felt a throbbing ache in his temples. He needed the coffee, desperately. His father, in his usual khaki shorts and polo shirt, was already at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper and whistling a jaunty tune. Ethan’s shoulders slumped. He avoided the dog's eyes and began the coffee, trying not to grind his teeth with the sound of the grinder.