Henry on Long Island

My plane arrived at the Long Island airport earlier than scheduled so there was no one there to meet me. Since the bags weren't riding the carousel yet, I walked around the empty airport, looking for Mom. I spotted a woman and a little dog on a leash, walking away from me.

"Henry!!"

Yeah, I'm afraid I called Henry's name instead of my Mom's, but I had a hunch he was the one who might run to me. He did. He turned at the sound of my voice and pulled on his leash while Mom continued in the other direction.

But soon they were both on the same page, making their way to me. Henry lost his mind- wiggling around on the floor and whimpering- as other passengers walked by obviously jealous. (I could tell by the way they pretended not to notice us.)

Henry helped me with my bag and resisted the urge to pee on it. What a good boy!



But then he did the strangest thing. He started to look at the people around us, as if he thought he might know someone else. He strained against his leash, trying to get to one man in particular. You can see him here, his tail wagging at some poor schlub he was sure was a member of his family.



Back at Mom's house, Henry collapsed in a chair, drained from the task of retrieving me from the airport.



But then he remembered I was there! "Hi, Mommy! I will sit here and stare at you coz I'm so happy to see you!"




Um, no, that wasn't it at all. I realized he was staring at the chicken leg in my hand. Didn't take his eyes off it.



For the rest of the week, dear Henry did this:

Until it was time to get in the car and take me back to the airport.




The end.