6th: Goodbye suddenly. thank you rumba

As I mentioned before, we have a dog. Together with the child who passed away this year, I have spent my time moving from place to place while raising two cats.

Dogs are cute. very cute. I just have a lot of hair loss. The hair that keeps falling out all year round makes me wonder why I haven't gone bald after all this hair loss.

So our floors get covered in hair very quickly. If you leave it alone for a week, the corner of the room will look like the dashboard of a Yankee car (I wonder if that is the age.) It will become as fluffy as white mouton (laughs).

So when I first saw the Roomba, I was like, "This is it. This is what my family needs!!!"

It's a little expensive to just buy it on the spur of the moment, so think about it. Thought. Is this important? Why don't you just motivate yourself and clean the floors? But one day in the middle of the night, while I was drinking alcohol and watching the internet, I clicked the button...

Love letters and shopping in the middle of the night are dangerous. It's like wanting to curse yourself the next morning, "Wow!!!" I want to name that tension.

In the end, Mr. Rumba came to our house. The thing that made me glad I bought the Roomba was, of course, the Roomba's cleaning function, but the best thing about it was that I was able to clean up the clothes that were scattered on the floor in order to move the Roomba. lol) I clean for the sake of cleaning in Roomba. I was unexpectedly moved by such an ironic effect. And it seems that it was troublesome and I had to use Rumba less and less. Such a sloppy me (laughs)

I saw a YouTube video of a cat riding a Roomba, and I thought, "I wish my dog ​​could be a Roomba too!!!" Dogs who seemed to dislike it and were really uncomfortable even though the Roomba was freely moving around the house with its huge face. It seems that he had a dilemma of not being able to approach him because he was too scared!

Some days have passed since then, one summer. A terrible guerrilla rain fell in Tokyo. During the torrential downpour, our house was flooded with a little over 10cm of water above the floor of the room. I stand still. A dog having fun. The sight is too surreal.

I don't know what to do, so I'm just tweeting. (1st voice lol) (When there is a power outage)

I did my best to scrape out the water until I was hit by muscle pain the next day. Oh, that's amazing. Really amazing.

What was left in the clean room was a lot of soaking wet things. In that "garbage", Rumba-kun and the computers that have turned from a vacuum cleaner to just a heavy machine object--

Now, two more years later, no new Roomba has visited the house, and he's living a sloppy life as the chairman of Fuwafuwa Project on the Floor. Ufufu.