Abby vs. the Dog Snatcher

We welcomed a Roomba into our home in August, much to Abby’s disapproval and chagrin. The first 5 days were spent with the “Dog Snatcher” mapping the entire home. She followed it around, constantly checking on it, nervous and in full fear mode.

Once it had learned the floor plan of our home, I was able to create cleaning maps. The Dining Room, Second Bath and Kitchen are labeled “Hair Control”. In order to stay ahead of the hairy mess, I try to run the Roomba several times a week, but in order to not stress the girl out, I do my best to hide it from her.

Here is what it takes to succeed at keeping the Roomba a secret, although she knows it still resides in her domain. I put a load of laundry in the wash, close the bedroom door, turn the air purifier on (which is right outside the bathroom), close the bathroom door, turn the vent on and start the shower. Once I am out of the shower, I turn the hairdryer on, then open the door and let her into the bedroom. Her routine is to get out of the bathroom as soon as I’m finished in the shower because she knows I’m about to dry my hair. She’s not a fan of that, either. So, other than the doors being closed and all of the additional noise going on, she’s none the wiser…. except is she? By the time I’m finished getting ready, the Roomba is back in its home, and emptied the basket (which makes a lot of unwanted noises). I always walk out first, with Abby right on my heels, and the mornings that the Roomba has rumbled, she will walk to the kitchen, look right at it and huff.

So, this brings me to the story behind this blog post:

I did not have laundry yesterday morning, and I thought with all of the other nonsense I go through, that it would be enough. Welp. It most definitely was not. As soon as I woke the Roomba up from my phone app, she looked at me, tilted her head, gave me her trademark “deadpan look”, walked to the door, looked down at the crack and sniffed. Then looked back at me with a disapproving Abby look, and it was cute but I felt like i was caught red handed. I mean, seriously.

I opened the door after my shower, she trots her unhappy ass over to the bedroom door, sniffs the crack and then grunts, huffs, puffs and turns around to give me that signature deadpan look of hers. She was most definitely not happy. While I was getting ready, she kept pacing back and forth from the bathroom to the bedroom door, and each time she’d look back in the bathroom just to reassure me that she was not very pleased with the current events.

Once the Roomba was docked and emptied, I opened the door where she raced out, surveyed the kitchen and then growled at the Dog Snatcher, that was already asleep. Because of her bravery, I rewarded her with a milk bone, which she apprehensively took from me and walked a safe distance away before enjoying her treat. Yes, when she was finished, she gave me another deadpan look, huffed and walked to the front door. She wanted out and I was more than happy to have her leave the house for awhile. lol.

I think it is safe to say, she has never been fooled but some days it’s easier for her to ignore what is happening in her domain. I will always make sure I have a load of laundry going when the Roomba rumbles.