Gemotions

The doorbell rang, a sharp, unwelcome intrusion. He squinted at the screen. Mrs. Gable, eyes wide, pointing at his backyard. He knew the look. The mutt was at it again. "Just a moment!" he mumbled, though he wasn't exactly rushing.

He shuffled to the kitchen, poured a cup of coffee. The aroma, though inviting, felt like another task to get through. He considered leaving the coffee and letting the dog go. Maybe it would get bored and leave.

He took a slow sip. The screen door was open, and the barking was getting louder, closer. With a defeated sigh, he set down his mug and dragged himself towards the back door. He'd deal with it eventually.