So Easy, My Sister Dog Can Do It

I have a sister dog.

Not like a sister wife.
Not even close.

She is my parents’ dog, and I love her like a human sister. Possibly more. I never had to share clothes or shoes with her, and we have never fought over a boyfriend. She has been part of our lives for nine years now and is very much family.

When Dyson reached out about sending the V6 Slim, my sister dog and I were both excited. Mostly because she happened to be visiting when the vacuum arrived. If you know anything about dogs, you know they are the primary reason vacuum cleaners exist. Kids are a close second.

When the package arrived, Tink and I were genuinely thrilled. She gets this way whenever the UPS truck pulls up, so she assumed it was obviously for her.

Dogs LOVE to put vacuum cleaners together!

“Does this come with a chew bone?”

I unpacked the parts, she thoroughly inspected them, and my dad put the vacuum together. A true team effort.

Once I started using it, I was surprised by how much I liked it. It is lighter, easier to carry, and a little shorter than the older model, which means I can finally get under beds and furniture without contorting my body like a yoga instructor. I did briefly hope it might also magically fix my red couch.

It did not.
Still red. Still ugly.

I put the vacuum to work immediately. And when I say work, I mean it had no idea what it was walking into. This is not a house where a vacuum gets a polite once-over and then tucked away. This is a full-contact sport. Floors, furniture, corners, places no vacuum has seen before. If vacuums had survival instincts, this one would have packed a bag and tried to escape.

At one point, I even staged it for a photo shoot.