Gemotions

The audacity! That Pomeranian, a fluffy white cloud of fluff, was currently sprawled across her petunias, crushing the delicate blooms. She felt a heat rush to her face. She loved her petunias.

She flung open the back door, the force of it making the screen slam. The dog yelped and scrambled to its feet, tail tucked between its legs. She stood there, arms crossed, staring down the tiny creature.

"Get out," she hissed, her voice low. The Pomeranian, apparently understanding, scurried away. She knew she should be used to it by now, but the repeated invasions always left a bitter taste in her mouth.