Rakes, brooms, brushes, dustpans, vacuum cleaners and the like

I'm kinda lazy at this point to start writing my "third season". Before I start with the year 2007, I want to include some events that passed me by and I just remembered a couple of days ago. It was in the Fall of both years 2005 and 2006, when my Mom had the daunting task of raking all the leaves in the backyard, putting them in a huge storage box and making endless trips to the "yard waste only" dumpster. I liked to be around Mama especially outdoors because she could kick my silver soccer ball at any moment to play a little with me, in order to have a break from work. I used to chase that rake back and forth; it drove me and Mom crazy and since I was out of my mind, I also screamed WOOF at it non-stop. When things got really bad and I was out of control, Mama was afraid of hurting me with the rake and therefore she had to stop and scold me. I was so infuriated I couldn't pay attention to what she was saying, so she turned me upside down and I got scared. The same thing used to happen inside with brooms, brushes and dustpans. Whether it was at home or at someone else's home I was always disturbed by these skinny bristly creatures. I challenged the vaccum cleaner a couple of times but realized its voice was much louder than mine so, I began to respect it more than the others but, thanks to my Mom's turning me upside down every time I had and issue with the others, today I respect them all and don't feel like chasing or yelling at them anymore. They are part of the family too. They live in the closet and they must love to stay there because they only go out once a week or less. I know I'm Mama's favorite ;)