Gemotions

The dog, a slobbering Great Dane, had found its way into his yard. Its massive frame blocked the view of the newly installed bird bath. He grimaced, pulling on his gardening gloves.

He approached the beast slowly, trying to project indifference. The dog, completely unfazed, tilted its head and let out a soft whine. He wanted to shout, to express his displeasure, but kept his voice low and controlled.

"Go home," he said, his words carefully measured. He gestured towards the hole in the fence with a slow, deliberate movement. The dog, seemingly understanding, ambled back. He stood there, watching it go, a knot of irritation tightening in his stomach.