A Haunting Reminder of Past Troubles

Greg went to bed that night, hoping some sleep would tone down his anger. But as dawn broke, he stared at his pool, the early sun casting light on a new violation. His gaze locked onto a fresh, jagged scratch on the liner—a haunting reminder of past woes. That darn dog had struck again.

It was clear his warnings had been brushed aside. Now, with his patience worn thin, Greg’s thoughts turned tactical. He was piecing together a final stand, a strategy to make himself clear once and for all. This time, he was ready to do whatever it took.