Well, you know you’ve really become a wine-sotted Happy Homemaker when you start obsessing about vacuums. I don’t understand it. One day I was a musician, tootling away happily, and the next thing I knew, I was scouring websites for vacuum reviews.
My current vacuum sucks. Er, rather, doesn’t. And therein lies the problem. Pre-dog, it didn’t really matter. I am way gung-ho about keeping surfaces clean and uncluttered, but the deep cleaning…well, I figure with kids the ages I have, it’s just gonna get filthy again, and why shovel the driveway in a blizzard? I clean when I have company over (and the guys do the bathrooms every weekend), and fantasize about the day when I can hire someone to come do a deep cleaning every three months or so.
Enter Rosie. I love my dog. She is the perfect canine for this family. She is calm, wants only to be loved and have her belly rubbed, and came into my home already trained. I adore my dog.
But.
She sheds like…holy crap, there is no possible analogy for how she sheds. I can do the Furminator. I can brush her with that metal torture-device looking brush thing. I can use a special glove and rub her all over. BUT SHE STILL SHEDS LIKE NOTHIN’ I’VE EVER SEEN. I figure I could easily knit Rosie a companion, but why? She’d just lose her shit over having another dog around.
My vacuum can’t keep up. My vacuum practically went on strike when we moved into this house with the new carpeting. My vacuum is the most temperamental P.O.S. I’ve ever had to deal with. Well, other than the temperamental P.O.S. on which I’m currently typing. Ol’ Hoover can’t keep up. And so I’ve been hitting the vacuum sites on the sly (no point in pissing off the only method of keeping my floors clean).
I’ve pretty much decided on a Dyson Animal D-17 or something like that. I want something that can suck-start a leaf-blower (name that movie). I want something that is going to get Rosie hair out of my couch, out of my carpet, and out of my <name it>. Her hair is everywhere. At the risk of grossing out anyone who plans to visit my humble abode, I have found Rosie hair in sealed containers in my fridge. How? How I ask you?
So once I have recovered from sending Uncle Sam a kidney, half a liver, and the top lobe of my left lung, I’ll be investing in a quality vacuum. I’d lurve to walk around my floors barefoot and enjoy it. I’d lurve to not have Rosie hair all over God’s creation. And I’d lurve to have a vacuum that really, truly sucks.
I can feel your dog hair pain. I also have cat hair pain but they got NOTHING on Harley. I used to think that they were world class shedders, but I was so very wrong.
I have the good fortune of being the owner of a whole house vac system. It is better than sliced bread when it comes to pet hair (actually I don’t really know how good sliced bread is with pet hair). But, I comment, because I know someone who was certainly not thrilled with that particular unit you are looking at when it came to a real world class shedder. The “cup” filled up really fast & the sucking was not so fantastic. I hear good things about the vacuum that the guy picks a bowling ball up with – and, as a bonus it weighs less next to nothing.
You just perfectly described out situation over here with Buster. (That would be why I’m always talking about having him put to sleep. I know, but I’m already gonna burn in hell for so many other things…) Let me know what you discover in your research, then I’ll just buy the same one!!
True Lies.
Bill Paxton.
He gets some of the best one liners…
We have that Dyson! IT IS AMAZING!!! I am allergic to my cat. I can breathe again in my house! YOU WILL LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!