Welllll...I'm feeling like a slug. A wimpy slug. Today's client owns a pit bull. The pit bull doesn't like me, which hurts my feelings because I'm a dog person and dogs love me. Except this dog. Every time I'm there she challenges me in one way or another. Barks and growls and makes me miserable.
The client knows that the dog doesn't like me. Earlier this week she said she'd put the dog outside before I got there. She didn't. When I walked in the door this morning, the dog was right there ready to pounce this time. I had my steam mop in my hand and shoved it in front of me to keep the dog away, client appears and says she's sorry and that she'll put the dog outside "right now". The dog didn't have her collar on so the client had the devil's own time trying to get a grip on her. Dog did not go willingly. I told the client "I'm done!" and went back to my car and was just about to get in when she appeared at her front steps asking what on earth was wrong and wanting to know when I'd come back. Huh? What part of "I'm done" leaves room for a question about when I'd be back? How about never?
She apologized right and left and up and down. Right now wasn't good enough. I left grateful to have my limbs intact.
So I'm a wimp. Just last week our back fence neighbor's pit bulls attacked another neighbor's terrier and killed it. The terrier was on a leash being walked by its owner. Two days ago there was a news story about the first anniversary of the death of a 3-year-old who was attacked and killed in front of his mother by the family's pit bull. They'd had it since it was an 8-week-old puppy. Yesterday's news story was about two ladies chatting at their mailboxes when a neighbor's pit bull jumped the fence and attacked one of the ladies. She's in ICU in a local hospital.
One wonders what will happen one day when the (former) client's pit bull doesn't want to be restrained and turns on the (former) client. They know nothing about the dog; it was found wandering by the side of the road and their efforts to find the owner were futile so they took it home. That was about six months ago so it's not like the dog doesn't know me.
So I'm a wimp and have now made an enemy in the neighborhood. I'd been cleaning for her for five years, and she lives just five doors down. Sorry.