Because Sharav used to shed so much (and because I wasn’t always so great about brushing him), I eventually welcomed a Roomba into our lives, and he strongly feared and disliked it, generally retreating to his bed or crate whenever it turned on.
It subsequently broke, but I eventually adopted others – until the most recent one jumped to its demise down my stairs just ten days before Sharav died.
Hiding from the Roomba. New York, April 2014. Click any photo to see more.