Baby vs. vacuum.
As a baby, Cub cried and reached for me whenever I vacuumed. He knew loud, roaring machines were to be feared.
Pup on the other hand mad-crawls toward the roaring vacuum. Even while it’s moving, he eyes it like candy, pats it, chews its wires.
I’m so glad they have each other. One cautious and careful, the other heedless and fearless. They’ll make a good team.