Earlier in the afternoon I was sitting at the computer eating rice snacks and the bag was almost empty. You know how when you're eating crumbs you tend to drop lots because they are crumbs and they are difficult to get from your hand to your mouth? I was doing that and kept dropping some that would then skitter under my desk.
So as I watched Cedar cover every inch of the floor like a lawn mower, up, turn, down the next row, I figured she could be useful. I yelled to my daughter to call her in there and have her "vacuum" under my desk. So not really thinking it a weird request, my daughter called her in. She thought I meant my scrapbooking desk. Then she called to me and asked me if I meant the computer desk, which I did. Then my daughter said "she already vacuumed under there."
Obviously it's not the first time I've thought of using the dog as a vacuum and actually used her. But a person listening from the outside would've figured I meant a real person and a real vacuum. Here I am, sitting in the family room watching TV, and I actually instructed my daughter to have the dog vacuum.
I don't know, I think my housekeeping skills have sunk to a new low.