Gemotions

The click of the gate lock sounded like the sweetest music to Amelia’s ears. She took a deep breath, savoring the scent of freshly cut grass and the quiet of the afternoon. Bandit, the escape-prone beagle, was bouncing uselessly against the fence.

She couldn't help a small laugh escaping her. She’d spent weeks researching canine-proof fencing solutions. Now, all that effort was paying off. She felt a warmth bloom in her chest.

Amelia grabbed a glass of iced tea, her head held high. No more muddy paw prints on her newly cleaned patio. No more frantic calls from the neighbor. Bliss.