I am NOT ready to go home yet.
Sometimes when we're out walking or at the park, the tall guys tells me that it's time to go home. Well, usually I'm not ready to go home, so I let him know by pulling on the string that I make him hold so he won't get lost (he calls it a LEASH). He still hasn't learned that we're not supposed to go home until I'm ready, but I think he'll eventually figure it out. He's pretty smart.