Jones vs. The Vacuum Monster

Jones was a tiny, scruffy black Schnoodle with floppy ears and a wagging tail. Most of the time, he was the perfect pup; he was sweet, cuddly, and always ready for an adventure.

But there was one thing that turned Jones into a barking, bouncing, tail-spinning whirlwind… the vacuum cleaner.

Every time his owner, Sam, pulled it out of the closet, Jones knew trouble was coming. His eyes widened. His paws twitched. And the moment Sam turned it on, Jones lost his mind.

He barked.

He zoomed around the room.

He jumped in front of the vacuum, trying to chase it away

.

“Jones, it’s just cleaning the floor!” Sam laughed. But Jones didn’t trust the beastly machine.

It rumbled.

It roared.

It had a long hose that slurped up crumbs like magic!

Nope. Not today, Vacuum Monster.

Jones dashed across the room, trying to protect Sam. He growled. He leaped. He barked with all his might

!

Finally, Sam turned off the vacuum. “All done!”

Jones panted. Victory. The monster had been defeated, for now.

Sam knelt down and gave Jones a scratch behind the ears. “You’re ridiculous, little buddy.”

Jones wagged his tail proudly. He had done his duty—protecting his home, one vacuum battle at a time.