It’s no secret that our pups hate the vacuum cleaner and run out of the room whenever we turn it on. Well, today I was vacuuming the house, and my partner Danny was standing at the dining room table wrapping gifts for his two nephews’ birthdays. I was nonchalantly buzzing through the house with the vacuum and began circling the dining room table. Little did I know that our pup Sheffield was sprawled out on the floor on the other side of the table…
So as I rounded the back corner of the table, Sheffield’s face suddenly darts out from behind a chair and he lets out one of his bellowing barks as he lunges for the vacuum. Well, his sudden bark, which carried over the sound of the masterful Dyson (LOVE my Dyson), totally startled Danny, who all of a sudden let out a terrified “AAH!” Because he’s a traditionally quiet guy, there’s something about him bursting out with a yell that just absolutely sent me into a fit of giggles as I tried to continue vacuuming (with tears running down my cheeks). And boy, does that make him mad…which makes me giggle even more….
