Gemotions

A sharp bark, then silence. The familiar symphony of chaos that usually accompanied Max's break for freedom was absent. David stretched, feeling the tension in his shoulders ease. He’d spent the entire afternoon reinforcing the fence, and the payoff was immediate.

He whistled a little tune, the one he always sang when he felt good. The sun was hot on his back, and the sweat cooled immediately in the slight breeze. He glanced at the dog, who was now digging a hole in his own yard. Max’s owner would not be finding him in David’s rose bushes this time.

"Finally," he muttered to himself, a small smirk playing on his lips. His own garden was safe.