Where Do All the Vacuums Go? 2
We learn from our youth that “Nature abhors a vacuum.”
So, where do all the vacuums go?
I figured it out today.
Between the ears of my dogs.
I was vacuuming today (not the same thing as a vacuum, even though I was using a vacuum).
The dogs don’t like the vacuum (it’s probably the high frequency of the electric motor). The one dog will view it suspiciously from her perch on the couch. If she’s not on the couch, she will hide under a bed.
With Robin-Hood-like accuracy, she invariably chooses the next bed under which I intend to vacuum.
(The one other dog will, if I don’t keep a sharp eye on him, attempt to pee on it–to show it who’s boss, I guess, sort of like the opening scene of that old mini-series, Shogun).
The other two (this includes the little pisser) sit in a corner of the room and watch.
When I go into another room, they follow me.
Why, I ask, if they don’t like the damn vacuum so much, don’t they just leave?
That’s when I figured out where all the vacuums go.
November 16, 2008 at 5:05 pm
Ding Dong attacks mine as I’m using it. And barks. I usually put her outside until I’m done, then she can come back in & shed some more.
November 16, 2008 at 5:33 pm
Beau, my black Lab, used to attack. Or run.
That makes more sense than just sitting there looking miserable and then following the cause of your torment through the house