Gemotions

The squealing. The digging. The shredded garden gnomes. Penelope’s face was set. Toby, the terrier mix, was actively ruining her life. His owner, a teenager with perpetual earbuds, just shrugged and mumbled, "He gets bored."

Penelope felt the knot of fury tighten in her stomach. She went to the internet. She was filled with an all-consuming focus.

She found a company that specialized in remote electric fences. She spent hours researching the different models, comparing prices, and reading reviews. She signed the contract, the digital confirmation of her decision burning her eyes. The installation was scheduled for the next week. Penelope felt a strange sense of calm.