Episode 3: The Vacuum Monster

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 Prologue: The Sound of Doom

There are many dangers on the Tennessee mountaintop: squirrels, aggressive breezes, and the suspicious Man with the Boxes. But none compare to the beast that smells of scorched dust and screams louder than a pack of angry raccoons.

I speak, of course, of The Vacuum Monster.

Its arrival is always preceded by a low, humming dread. Momma (The Human) usually handles this ritual, but since she is at the hospital fixing other humans, the mission fell to Big Daddy.

I was comfortably stationed behind his head on the couch—my Great Dane command post—when Big Daddy made the first mistake. He looked at the floor, sighed deeply, and then looked at the silent, coiled black hose in the corner.

No, Big Daddy, don’t do it! I whined, but only internally, of course. A Great Dane does not whine; he plots strategic retreats.

Molly (The Beagle) didn’t even stir from her sunny spot. She just sighed, which meant: “It’s beneath my notice, small one.” Loki (The Master of Shadows), who was observing the unfolding crisis from the top of the bookshelf, flicked his tail once, a silent gesture that said: “Chaos is about to commence. I will judge you both.”

The Battle

Big Daddy plugged it in.

The Monster awoke. It let out a single, high-pitched shriek before settling into a sustained, deafening roar. My entire body immediately switched from Great Dane Protector mode to Burrowing Mole of Absolute Terror mode.

I shot off the couch and didn't stop until I was wedged behind the smallest cushion under the coffee table. The shame was immense, but survival is mandatory.

From my hiding place, I watched the battle. Big Daddy moved slowly—too slowly. Every time he bent over to change a setting or wrestle the hose, his head wobbled. The Monster was actively trying to knock him Offline.

Behold the noble warrior! I thought, quivering. Big Daddy is fighting The Monster single-handedly for the good of the pack! He is sacrificing his system’s stability for the cleanliness of the floor!

The truth was, Big Daddy was struggling. The noise hammered at his head, and the constant slow maneuvering made his Orthostatic Intolerance (OI) flare up. He kept straightening up and leaning against the wall, taking long, ragged breaths.

I saw the pause. I saw the weakness. I knew, as his designated protector, that I should charge, bark, and distract the Monster. But I couldn't. The sound had fused my paws to the carpet.

Instead, I decided to provide Covert Moral Support. I let out a tiny, high-pitched squeak—the sound a Great Dane makes when it is whispering strategic guidance from a safe, soundproof bunker.

Big Daddy must have heard my silent sacrifice, because he looked down at the coffee table, gave a weak, tired chuckle, and shook his head. “You’re a terrible dog, Dewey,” he muttered affectionately, and went back to wrestling the hose.

Victory and Re-Emergence

The fight lasted what felt like forty years. Then, with a gasp of air, Big Daddy flipped the switch. Silence.

The Vacuum Monster was defeated. Its body went limp and its terrible electric smell faded.

I immediately initiated Phase Three: The Triumphant Re-Emergence.

I burst out from under the couch, barking furiously at the deactivated appliance. Take that, Monster! You have been vanquished by the Great Dane’s superior tactical retreat!

Big Daddy, exhausted but victorious, shuffled to the couch and flopped down, rubbing his face with his hand. He looked defeated, even though the battle was won.

I jumped up onto the couch back, nudged the cushion away from the window, and gave him a quick, damp lick on the cheek.

Rest, noble warrior. The Great Dane has cleared the immediate area. Your sacrifice was noted.

Big Daddy closed his eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute, tiny dog.”

I took this as the highest compliment. The floor was clean. Big Daddy was resting. The mission, despite a temporary lapse in my visible courage, was complete. I settled in to monitor the empty porch, preparing my defenses for the next great threat: the suspicious silence.

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