I thought after Jen told you about her bad day, the least I could do is tell you about mine and give you a good laugh.
I have 3 dogs ... a Minature Poodle named Abbey who is about 11 pounds, a Yorkie named Gidget who is about 8 pounds ... and then our little baby Cilla, who is a 3.4 pound Yorkie and a little viper.
Everytime I get a mop, broom or vaccum out my little viper attacks whatever I'm using on the floor. I knew sooner or later she'd be a statistic, I just didn't expect today. Well I decide to use my little swivel sweeper that I absolutely love. So I plug in the battery, fighting off Cilla; I start the sweeper ... picture a little 3.4 pound long haired viper attacking the sweeper. All of a sudden the sweeper has sucked her hair up into the sweeper and she is SCREAMING and YELPING. Abbey and Gidget come running, they know something has happened to their little sister. Now Cilla has decided it's their fault she's in pain and scared so she's started to attack them, and of course coming to their defense they are being attacked by this little hairy viper so they have to protect themselves and attack back. Now I have 3 dogs biting each other and my hand is in the way. I managed to pop the battery pack out of the vaccum so it wouldn't try to suck more of the viper's hair up into it's brushes. I'm able to push away Abbey and Gidget so they don't make things worse by continuing to attack Cilla. Now Cilla has nobody to blame for her pain so she starts to attack me. Oh, I know what you're thinking ... how bad can a 3.4 pound Yorkie hurt when she bites. This is a Doberman trapped in a little dogs body. She's a viper ... she strikes and you're a notch on her belt before you can even defend yourself. So now my little angelic 3.4 pound baby is biting my finger as I'm trying to free her from the jaws of death (this is what she is thinking). I can't do it, I can't work with her hair, hold her off from biting me all the while this swivel sweeper is dangling from her body. I move over to the patio door and yell out the door for my husband who comes running up the deck when he hears me yelling, Cilla screaming and Abbey and Gidget barking. My savior ... he saved my finger from being amputated by this little viper. I sit here this evening with my finger in a bandage, swollen and bruised wondering if I'm going to have the nerve to try and use my swivel sweeper again.
I have 3 dogs ... a Minature Poodle named Abbey who is about 11 pounds, a Yorkie named Gidget who is about 8 pounds ... and then our little baby Cilla, who is a 3.4 pound Yorkie and a little viper.
Everytime I get a mop, broom or vaccum out my little viper attacks whatever I'm using on the floor. I knew sooner or later she'd be a statistic, I just didn't expect today. Well I decide to use my little swivel sweeper that I absolutely love. So I plug in the battery, fighting off Cilla; I start the sweeper ... picture a little 3.4 pound long haired viper attacking the sweeper. All of a sudden the sweeper has sucked her hair up into the sweeper and she is SCREAMING and YELPING. Abbey and Gidget come running, they know something has happened to their little sister. Now Cilla has decided it's their fault she's in pain and scared so she's started to attack them, and of course coming to their defense they are being attacked by this little hairy viper so they have to protect themselves and attack back. Now I have 3 dogs biting each other and my hand is in the way. I managed to pop the battery pack out of the vaccum so it wouldn't try to suck more of the viper's hair up into it's brushes. I'm able to push away Abbey and Gidget so they don't make things worse by continuing to attack Cilla. Now Cilla has nobody to blame for her pain so she starts to attack me. Oh, I know what you're thinking ... how bad can a 3.4 pound Yorkie hurt when she bites. This is a Doberman trapped in a little dogs body. She's a viper ... she strikes and you're a notch on her belt before you can even defend yourself. So now my little angelic 3.4 pound baby is biting my finger as I'm trying to free her from the jaws of death (this is what she is thinking). I can't do it, I can't work with her hair, hold her off from biting me all the while this swivel sweeper is dangling from her body. I move over to the patio door and yell out the door for my husband who comes running up the deck when he hears me yelling, Cilla screaming and Abbey and Gidget barking. My savior ... he saved my finger from being amputated by this little viper. I sit here this evening with my finger in a bandage, swollen and bruised wondering if I'm going to have the nerve to try and use my swivel sweeper again.