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!


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  1. 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?

  2. 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.

  3. 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.

  4. 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!

  5. 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…

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