My Home...

I couldn't help but notice my dog barking. This is what home feels like because my dog always brakes when I get home from school. Saylor looked like a potato after her groom. It was hard to ignore the sound of Saylor barking. The fury blanket felt just like Saylor's fur. Off in the distance I spy my favourite spot in my home, living room. I hear my family downstars watching TV This is MY meaning of home.