Every Friday afternoon, I take the best shower of my life. I wash away the sweat from biking, the rain clogging my hair, the fur and grit under my nails, the dirt covering my body like fine peach fuzz, and most importantly, the smell of the dog kennel. But a few things stay: my joy upon seeing the dogs re-enter their clean kennel (by my and the dogs' standards), met with a fresh bowl of water, a new bowl of food. They sniff and wag their tails and gaze at me with appreciation before shoveling into their neatly blanketed bed. Those images stay and keep me returning every Friday.