I continue to watch what Man and Woman call “the vacuum.” They seem to see the vacuum as a very useful and harmless object. It creates loud noises and moves suddenly, but most terrifyingly of all, it sucks smells into a void, never to be smelled again. Though Man and Woman have attempted to orchestrate a peace treaty between myself and Vacuum, the peace is an uneasy one. I remain wary of this beast.
“Good dog, good dog,” Man and Woman say when I am quiet, when I hold the barking in and just watch. They think that perhaps I am learning to accept Vacuum.
They are wrong.
I do not trust Vacuum, and never shall. I lie in wait for the day when it shows its true colors, and when that day comes, I will be ready.