Lessons From the Kissing Booth

From a very early age my dog Sadie was deeply suspicious of the vacuum cleaner. She would charge it from the side, hoping to use the element of surprise to her advantage because she rarely barks. This never worked; the vacuum kept on keeping on, regardless of her attempts to make it stop.
And then one day we bought a vacuum with a special dog grooming attachment. The two were introduced by dint of force and though wary at first Sadie eventually became a fan of the new equipment. She would run up from the side still but you could tell by the height of her tail that she was enjoying herself.

The sad part, of course, is that eventually that vacuum was disposed of, and I could never explain to the dog what had happened. She continued her sideways attacks, ever hopeful that we would wave her over, but we never did. Fortunately, I don't think she ever held it against us.