The Sonia Show

Writer. Mocker. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

Freak on a leash


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.


Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/podcaster/mother/goober in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, go on adventures with my mighty, mighty good man David and my awesome autistic son, Calvin, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

4 thoughts on “Freak on a leash

  1. I don’t blame Homer. I’d pine for David too. Hope he comes home soon!

    • He gets home tomorrow night. This was supposed to be the last work trip until the spring, but now they are talking about sending him to Montreal in December. I suspect David is starting to like getting all those pat downs from the TSA agents.

  2. Love the photo.

  3. This reminds me of that Hachi movie I didn’t see.

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