I’m not sure what Bailey thinks of the vacuum though. He never used to mind it as a puppy but then one day he decided it was the devil’s own instrument of torture and to be avoided at all costs. He would bolt when he heard it and stay far out of reach of the dreadful menace.
Lately though, I think he’s been trying to conquer his fear and has been following me around as I vacuum while maintaining a safe distance should a sudden retreat become necessary. Considering he will stand or lie down in front of it in some bizarre game of doggy chicken, he has certainly perfected the art of looking put upon when he has to move yet again out of its way.
The monkey is fascinated with the vacuum cleaner and will sit there zoned out watching it go back and forth across the floor until the cows come home. Unfortunately I don’t enjoy vacuuming that much that I am willing to use it as a form of entertainment to keep him occupied from one nap until the next. I’m just hoping his fascination holds until he’s old enough to push a vacuum cleaner around himself.
As for Dan, well I think he falls firmly in the category of ‘vacuuming needs doing because it needs to get done.’ On the other hand, he regales me with tales of being a wee boy when his mother’s canister vacuum cleaner was a double agent, cleaning floors by day and then secretly acting as his robot dog when not in service!
Maybe I need to invest in a canister vacuum cleaner…