Lil' Red (our vacuum) blew up. I mean smoke belching, dirt flying, sparks crackling blew up. That was a month ago. Today I finally went out and replaced her. No, I have NOT been letting my house go "Hoarders" on us or anything but I am tired of traipsing over to Neighbor's to borrow his. And if you have to buy a vacuum, why not just bite it and go for the Dyson, right? So I did. Hubs is not a fan - but then he didn't realize that Red was kablooie either. So after much discussion we have made peace with a new vacuum.
But somewhere in there between frustration over having or borrowing, or getting something cheaper that may or may not handle that death trap that is the playroom, he slipped in, "So if I could bring home a year and a half old standard poodle, would you be ok with that?"
You know that point in a "discussion" where you just surrender and say "yeah, sure" to just about anything? Man, does he have timing. On top of that, do you know what this dog's name is? Max. As in the same name as the Jack Russel that is already in residence. And it's still in puppy phase. And it's a poodle. A big, black poodle.I need to have my head examined. The only saving grace in this right now is that we are coming to the end of summer so it would give the children something to do for the last four weeks before school returns and I would have time to work with it in training when they go back.
All I wanted was a new vacuum!
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