My dogs figured out how to program the Roomba. I can’t do it without the instructions, but they did it. It came on at approximately 3 AM and began noisily vacuuming the hallway, banging into the baseboards and knocking into the bedroom door repeatedly until I got up, cursing, and turned it off and escorted it back to its docking station. Dogs and hubby slept right through the disturbance.
I tried to go back to sleep, but it wasn’t happening, so I gave up and made coffee. Stupid dogs. Stupid, stupid Roomba. I thought life was supposed to be easier and more pleasant with pets and robots.