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The combatants square off in the halls of Chez Herd at High Noon, each claiming this house isn’t big enough for the two of us.
The hall is quiet as the mortal enemies face off. The clack of paws from one. The whirr of motor from the other. At High Noon, the clock will strike, the battle will rage, and the fur will fly. Who will our victor be?
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Time to kill that vacuum, take one big paw and flip that robot on its back!! Good luck..
Hu-Dad-I would LOVE to see a video of the face off between canine and vacuum!!! I am actually NOT sure who will win?