Dad vacuumed in his office today. Betsy managed to escape, but I was trapped under the chair – oh but the vacuum is so loud and scary!
Eventually I was able to escape, though.
I came back in later and I guess we had left a lot of hair on the floor… and bits of cardboard that we’d chewed… so I guess that’s why dad vacuumed. But still, he could’ve let us know before he started, and given us a fair chance to go and hide!
-Gus
