Man! What Is It With Scotties?!

I have one of these bad bears. Ebola got it for me when he was working at Best Buy and it is the pride and joy of my life. It can suck the dust out of a pyramid through a roachhole.
Mine in covered in teethmarks. Earned while in use. The Dyson has fared considerably better than the Oreck; that whole headlight/faceplate thing came off in one chomp. But damn. Why can’t I ever get anything that stays shiny and new for longer than the first three days I have it? Check ‘victim‘ in the dictionary. It’ll say “see: sister, tree hugging“.

5 Responses to “Man! What Is It With Scotties?!”

  1. John says:

    Hook that sucker up to a Van de Graaff generator. The first time the dog’s nose discharges all those volts of static will be the last time he bites the thing, I bet.
    Can you tell I’m a cat person?

  2. Mr. Bingley says:

    Ooh, a Scotty with an Afro.
    Pay big bucks to see that, I would.

  3. And to think she liked you. Wait’ll I tell her. She’ll be heart broken…at first.

  4. Donnah says:

    It’s odd. When I look at it from Lilly dog’s perspective, I can absolutely see how the vacuum and the Swiffer mop need to be taken down a peg.

  5. hey, HEY, HEY NOW!!! I don’t need you encouraging the wee beastie!!! She’s bad enough on her own, without feeling entitled.
    Repeat after me:
    The vacuum is my friend. The Swiffer is my friend. The ironing board is my friend.

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