Filling The Vacuum.

My sincerest apologies for not exactly taking a decent quality photograph. However, you must understand that our 'zippity doo hah' dog, 'Penny' the Jack Russell, has an intense hatred for the vacuum cleaner. So to even get her near the 'blue beast', is quite the accomplishment. The above picture was rather hurried and Penny was soon gone the heck out of the living room. The vacuum, in spite of the dog's apprehension, was most cooperative in having its photo snapped. You might say a 'sucker' for attention.
I have reached the conclusion that our canine friends do not appreciate the ironic situations that can present themselves in everyday life. I have mentioned in a previous blog, that if our dog did not shed so much hair, the usage of the dreaded whirring machine would be less frequent. But does she stop shedding less hair? Does she attempt to grab the useless dog brush and rid herself of those pesky hairs? Well, ofcourse not. So thanks to her and those mystery hairs; I spent the previous hour vacuuming one small part of the carpet, over and over and over again.
I have tried to use the dog brush, (on her, not me), all to no avail. I brush and I brush and I brush some more. So when the end result is no hairs on said brush, I resort to grabbing great clumps out with my hands. I have tried bathing her and the end result is a wet dog with wet hair. Some clever chap suggested that I vacuum the dog. Uh...no!
Now then. lets 'paws' and change the theme in this blog for a bit. I have been known to do disjointed blogs and so here we go....Sir Galahad and Sir Lancelot walked into 'Yee Olde Inn'. "My good innkeeper. We require a room for two knights." said Sir Lancelot. "That is fine. You can pay for your lodgings upon your departure" replied the innkeeper. The next morning, Sir Galahad and Sir Lancelot approached the innkeeper. "We wish to pay for our lodgings, my good man" said Sir Galahad. Looking rather perplexed, the innkeeper responded: "Oh, I thought you wanted a room for two nights?"
Now then, where were we? Oh yeah. Maybe some scientist can explain to me why, when I attempt to vacuum up the dog hairs, that they suddenly have this ability to hook themselves into the fibre of the carpet. "Come on Penny. I think it would be very nice if you became friends with the vacuum cleaner? Penny? Penny? Where are you? Penny, why are you hiding under my duvet?"