I cannot figure out how to take photos and run the vacuum, so I’ll have to tell you and let you imagine. I vacuumed the downstairs today. It doesn’t happen nearly often enough, and it was surely time. I have the old upright kind which is very loud, but sucks up anything that will fit in its wand. I never think to put dogs away when I do things like this because they should be exposed to all sorts of nonsense (even occasional housecleaning).
Today is the day that puppy-Holmes realized the vacuum is a toy factory. I stick the end under a little cabinet or low table and out come balls and much-loved stuffie carcasses. So, he followed me through the downstairs, sitting next to me looking for all the world like the old “His Master’s Voice” dog — just waiting . . . As soon as the vacuum scored a toy, Holmes grabbed it, ran to the dog bed (only one remains because the remains of the others required disposal), put the toy in the dog bed, and came back to watch the noisy toy factory do its thing.
There has got to be a way to get you a photo — just haven’t figured out how to manage it. I am sure your dogs would also like a magic toy factory.