I hate you

Every week they pull you out.

You're big and red, with lights, bumpers and way too much noise.

I hate you.

You run around the house and I follow. I try to bite you. To grab onto you and destroy you.

You don't seem to mind and continue to drag Mommy around the house as you plunder on your merry way.

I hate you.

You pick up all the hair Charlie, Misty and I work so hard to decorate with.

You mix it with dirt until it's unrecognizable, unusable, and has to be thrown out.

I hate you.

Daddy comes home and tells Mommy she did such a good job today.

I'm sure he knows as well as I that it's not easy to stay alive while being dragged around by you.

I hate you.

Then you stand guard outside my favorite room.

Keeping me from playing with the lovely toys in it.

I hate you.

One day, I shall destroy you. I'm sure that under those gray eyes of yours is something soft and tender. 

Something I can destroy you with.

I'll get you.

My Arch Nemesis.

The one they call 'The Vacuum'.

God bless and see you soon,

Joelle