On the day we brought Franklin and Mavis home, I set the crate down on the living room carpet and let our two newest family members out to explore. On bended knees, El Fuego quietly said "this feels better". I looked at him and couldn't help but smile while instantly feeling my heart heal. It does feel better and no amount of poop or chewed up shoe laces can ever change that feeling of making things right again. We are a family meant to have dogs.