When I think of home

When I think of home it is sweet ,caring,kind of interesting, and smells like a dog.Home is family, Loving people who care about me, and home is love . When I see my home I see happiness,love, and care. I feel at home. I feel relieved like I am on a cloud.I know I am home when I see a dog,my family and fights. I taste tamales, pupusas, and dog hair.