Gemotions

He straightened his back, his posture stiff with unspoken annoyance. The dog, predictably, was there. Not only that, but it was *playing* with his garden gnome, the one he’d painstakingly hand-painted.

A muscle in his jaw twitched. He felt a familiar knot tightening in his chest. He took a deep, steadying breath. He’d left a note on the neighbor's door last week – a polite, well-written note expressing his concerns.

He looked over at his fence. The dog had clearly dug under it. He imagined the smug satisfaction on his neighbor's face when he saw the hole. He was certain they weren't taking this seriously.