Gemotions

"Oh, for crying out loud," Maya muttered under her breath. From her kitchen window, she watched the fluffy Samoyed, Snowball, gallop across her prized petunias, flattening them with careless glee. She had been meaning to plant them all morning.

She threw the dish towel onto the counter, a wave of frustrated despair washing over her. She knew it wasn't the dog's fault; the fence needed repair. Still, it seemed that the responsibility to correct it was always on her.

Maya slowly walked outside, her boots scuffing the grass. She picked her way around the dog, her gaze fixed on the demolished flowers. Her sigh escaped her lips as she gently coaxed the dog to the fence, then back toward its own yard.