Gemotions

The dog's presence was a familiar annoyance. It had become a regular fixture in his peaceful garden. He lay on the sofa, legs sprawled, the remote clutched in his hand. Another episode of his show beckoned, promising a blissful escape.

The dog's insistent yips nudged at his tranquility. He contemplated the various strategies. He could pretend not to hear, he could hope the dog would simply wander off, he could perhaps...ignore the noise and hope it goes away. He selected the third option for now.

He changed the channel. The yipping continued. He briefly debated the merits of a quick, decisive action versus the allure of pure inaction. He opted for inaction. The remote went back to his face.