Yeah, so, Homer really misses David when he is away.
For the first six years of his life, I was Homer’s main person. We were a wolf pack of two. Now, David is in the wolf pack, too, and Homer pines for him while he is away. He jumps up and stares at the front door at every little noise, hoping it’s David.
Usually, I come home from work, and Homer and I walk down to the 22nd Street Caltrain Station to meet David. But, for the past couple of weeks, I’ve been a work widow as David flies all over the country and Canada (Chicago, New York, Los Angeles and Vancouver) for work.
I’ve been taking Homer for a walk as usual, but we don’t go to the train station, because, well, that would be weird. Still, every day Homer tries to lead me to the train station. I’ll head that way for a while, but then I want to turn around because I don’t want to hang out at the train station just to humor the dog. That’s when Homer stops short on me, and then tries to pull me to the train station.
Me: “No, Homer. We’re not going to train station.”
Homer pulls toward the train station, and I pull the leash in the other direction. Homer resists and pulls toward the train station.
Me: “Homer, we’re not going to the train station! David’s not coming. We will pick him up at the airport in a few days. I promise.”
Homer pulls toward the train station.
So, if you are near the 22nd Street Caltrain Station, and you see a red-headed lady with glasses pleading with her dog like he’s a person, that’s me.