My Home Is Where My Dogs Are

Home is a smell. Home smells like fresh candles,and delicious food cooking in the kitchen. Also dirty dogs after we let them go outside to go to the bathroom. Home is a sight. I see my two dogs looking through the window barking at me. Also when I walk home I see the majestic black door. Home is a feeling. I feel the silver door handle to get into my home, and I feel my dog's fluffy fur rubbing up against me. Home is a sound. I hear dishes clanking, dogs barking and people talking I hear the tv playing a movie in the living room and the dogs running up the stairs to get upstairs. Home is a taste. I can taste the fresh bananas and oranges in the kitchen. I taste the fresh meal that my parents have prepared for me. My dogs enjoy my table scraps and the delicious human food.