Gemotions

The phone call was short, sharp, and to the point. The homeowners' association was on the warpath, threatening fines. Clara laughed to herself, a high, delighted sound.

She had spent weeks carefully calibrating the volume of her dog's barking lessons. She had carefully chosen the times of day, making sure the noise hit the absolute limit.

She looked at her dog, a proud grin on her face. "Good boy," she said, stroking his fur. He was the champion. She had finally gotten her wish. The victory was hers.