Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as David stepped onto his porch. There was the culprit! It was Fluffy, that tiny fluffball of a Pomeranian, trotting across his meticulously manicured lawn. David chuckled. He always had a good laugh with the situation.

He strolled across the yard. The morning felt perfect, the grass soft beneath his feet. He could do this in his sleep.

He didn't bother trying to shoo Fluffy away; instead, he simply bent down and scooped the dog up with ease. The dog squirmed for a second, then nestled contentedly in his arms. David knew precisely what to do to get the neighbors to pay attention. He turned to go.