I have a theory that long before our planet existed there began a great battle for control of the universe. The struggle continues to this day and I have a feeling that many of your own homes have been battlegrounds. Of course, I am speaking of the war between dogs and vacuum cleaners.
“We meet again, vacuum…”
Eko has done just about everything aside from jump out of an airplane (we’re working on it…) and his nerves are unflappable. Speedboat motors, train engines and subway screeches don’t bother him in the least. However, as soon as I take out the vacuum, Eko bolts up and prepares himself for battle. There are plenty of places he could go in the apartment to avoid the vacuum entirely, yet Eko feels compelled to attack the vacuum. Every. Single. Time.
Eko ready to launch himself at the vacuum
The aftermath of the above photo involves a large crash and the sound of Eko sprinting away to prepare for another surprise attack. This is usually why I don’t vacuum unless I’m sure that my downstairs neighbors are gone.
Like I said, Eko isn’t usually phased by anything, so I can only assume that dogs and vacuums are mortal enemies. Anyone out there have any luck at teaching their pup to make a truce with the vacuum?