The Scary, Loud, Vacuum-thing
Dad came into his office (also known as “our play area”) today with that loud, scary vacuum thing. I don’t like it because it’s very loud (Gus says it makes him feel all tense and scared, what a wuss), and when dad came very close to me, I showed him how much I didn’t like it by nudging it with my nose. That’ll show him!
Of course, then I ran away into the living room (as Gus had done much earlier - leaving me behind!). That thing is loud!
-Betsy
January 6th, 2008 at 11:46 pm
Stay clear, Stay clear. Those things can eat rabbits! Run when you see or hear it and wait under something until it is gone!
Say, I heard a carrot cake was made at your house maybe! Cap. Rupert’s in fact. Did either of you get a taste? How was it?
January 7th, 2008 at 9:28 am
That’s exactly what I do. I’m not taking any chances.
As for the cake - no, we haven’t gotten any (yet). I think dad said something about “too many sweets” but I’m sure we’ll break him down eventually.
January 7th, 2008 at 9:30 am
The problem, of course, is that Dad is always picking things up & moving them - taking away our hiding spots - when he uses the scary loud vacuum thing.
January 7th, 2008 at 11:36 am
I Hate Hate Hate our vacuum!!! I’ll crouch in a corner and remain very still so it can’t see me!
January 7th, 2008 at 10:11 pm
I wasn’t scared! I waited until it wasn’t making the noise anymore and as soon as I was alone with it, I chewed the cord! It didn’t make any noise then, I’ll tell you!
Freckles
January 8th, 2008 at 9:18 am
I’d to the same to ours, but dad keeps in it a closet, and he cleverly got one with a retracting cord. I guess he knows me (and my love for chewing electrical cords) all too well…