Quoted: Man this thing is a good vacuum it really suck up dog hair!
We got a $50 gift card with the purchase of the vacuum.
Are these as good as advertised?
The Animal version was $100 more, anyone have that one is it worth the extra money.
Should I turn in my man card?
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I posted this a couple of weeks back in another Dyson thread. I really really like mine.
BTW: The wife referred to below is an ex now. This story was possibly a contributory factor:
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Hehe... I love my Dyson Animal... but it did get me into trouble with the wife summer a'fore last. Below is an email I sent to some friends about it...
I've been sleeping with my dogs in my garage workshop on a cot (wife and
sis-in-law been sharing the bed for a while) and needed to get the floor
cleared up of all the dog hair.
I brought one of my wife's prized possessions into the workshop to clean the
floor (lined with scavenged carpet scraps from an office building), her
shiney purple Dyson Vacuum
It is, true to the commercials, the most effective home vacuum I've ever
seen. has a cool, clear cylinder that the air whips around like a cyclone.
Well... Reaching under the workbench to get the hair, I hear the steady hum
(quite a quiet vacuum too) interrupted by a thump, and feel a corresponding
bump go past my hand on the flexi-tube. Immediately thereafter my dogs are
barking furiously at me.
I stop.. look in the fairly empty cylinder (I'd just emptied the first load
of hair) and see a mouse whipping wildly, then pulled to the bottom. I turn
off the vacuum and look. He gets up, rather dazed and stumbled round the
plastic prison.
I turned the vac on for a sec, just to see him levitate, rotate a few times
around the tube, and drop down to the bottom. The dogs go wild. I giggle.
The mouse swoons.
So I get on my knees for a better view, and do it again. I giggle like a
sniggering school boy. The dogs are prancing round and round at the sight.
And there was was, transfixed by the sight, hammering the power button on
and off like the laboratory monkey hitting the 'free sample' button at the
Crack research lab, giggling maniacally, over and over again.
"What the H E double Toothpicks do you think you are doing with my.... IS
THAT A FRIGGIN' MOUSE?!" my wife shrieked.
I stammered... "duhuhuhuhuhu."
"Oh My God. I can't believe I married you!" as she slammed the workshop door
and stormed into the house.