The peaceful afternoon was suddenly interrupted by a low rumble that sent CiCiās ears twitching. She froze, wide-eyed, tail puffing like a bottlebrush. There it wasāthe dreadful monster on wheels, also known as the vacuum. To most people, it was just a cleaning tool, but to CiCi, it was a sworn enemy she had been battling since puppyhood.
The moment Mom rolled it out of the closet, CiCi darted to her usual lookout pointāthe couch. From there, she could keep a safe distance while still glaring at the ābeastā with the seriousness of a seasoned warrior. Her little growls filled the room as if warning everyone: Stay back! The monster has awakened!
As the vacuum roared to life, CiCi leapt down and launched her first attack. She barked ferociously, running circles around it, her tiny paws thumping against the floor. The vacuum didnāt even flinchāit just kept humming, swallowing crumbs and dust with terrifying calmness. This only fueled CiCiās determination.
At one point, she bravely lunged at the hose, giving it a quick nip before bouncing back with a triumphant wag of her tail. To her, this was a small victory. Mom, however, was laughing so hard she could barely finish cleaning.
āCiCi, itās just the vacuum!ā Mom giggled, trying to maneuver around the dogās playful attacks. But CiCi wasnāt convinced. She barked louder, determined to defend her family from this noisy intruder.
Finally, after what seemed like a long and exhausting battle, Mom switched the vacuum off. Silence filled the room. CiCi stood tall, chest puffed out, tongue lolling proudly as if to say, Youāre welcome, everyone. I saved us again.
Of course, the vacuum would return another day, and CiCi knew it. But for now, she basked in her victory, cuddling into Momās lap like the fearless hero she believed herself to be.
One thing was certaināthis feud was far from over. š
