This is where it all changed. See, Daddy needed to do some chores, and that usually means one of the noisy machines comes out of its hiding place, and I don't like the noisy machines. Daddy calls it a "vacoom." All I know is that he drags it around the hairy part of the wood floors, taking away some of the tasty chewy morsels my chewies leave behind. So, what can I do but my best Protecto-Pug and bark...bark...and bark! Daddy has tried helping me make friends with the vacoom, but nothing works, not even when he tries to bribe me with my favorite treats. I just dont like the big yellow thing.
