Miss Hairy Fuzzball and the Curse of the Yellow Dyson

It finally arrived...something I've been coveting for a long time. I finally got a Dyson! Work had an offer where I got 40, yes, 40% off..so I had to get one.

(how funny..I just noticed Izzie's green moose in the corner....)

Anyway, the Dyson came yesterday. The UPS man told me that I would be horrified by the junk that would come out of my carpet. Let me tell you..he was right on the money with that one! I won't show it to you...you'd be horrified.

So..Izzie thought the box was fantastic...she even posed for this picture...

That's where the friendly relationship with the Dyson ended! I put it together and fired it up..and the barking began!! I'd leave the room, she'd bark at the Dyson. She walked past the closet..yep..barked...

Somehow this little dog is going to to have to learn to get along with the Dyson..because it is here to stay.