Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Fear of Vacuum Cleaner

Rob wasn't quite ready to get out of bed, so I took Caitlin for a short walk. Of course she found a puddle, and of course she had to slosh in it.

There was so much sand in the bed that I decided to vacuum it out.

Caitlin watched me get the little hand Dirt Devil out of the closet and followed me into the bedroom. I expected her to run out of the room as soon as I turned it on.

Silly me! This is the dog who herds German shepherds four or five times her size. She leaped onto the sandy bottom sheet and lunged at the vacuum cleaner, barking aggressively as she bounced around the bed to nip at it from different directions.

I turned the vacuum cleaner off, and Caitlin, satisfied that she had defeated this new enemy, followed it out of the room, leaving dozens of muddy footprints on the sheet to mark her victory.