The puppy reminded me of Cujo.
Before we go to a new cabin for repairs on Heating, Ventilation, and A/C systems, the dispatcher calls to tell the cabin owner they need to put all pets into a cage or a kennel. When I was getting ready to go to the last maintenance of the day, the dispatcher asked me if I was okay with a puppy running around? I was superb with a puppy, but bigger cats and dogs and i did not get along. When I got to the house, I knocked on the side door and pulled out our Heating, Ventilation, and A/C ID card to show to the owner. I heard what sounded like Stephen King’s Cujo and not a puppy, barking at the door. I called the dispatcher to make sure she had given myself and others the proper address, but the owner had already opened the door. She apologized and sent the monster dog to his room. I asked if she had a puppy and she told myself and others he was a puppy. She apologized for his antics and asked myself and others to come in and she would show myself and others where her furnace was. I was hesitant walking into the cabin when there was a gigantic St. Bernard sitting behind her and only being held by a leash. She told myself and others he was still a puppy and he wouldn’t hurt a flea. When I was finished with the furnace repair, I knocked on the basement wall to get the owner’s attention. She had the pet on her lap when I got into the front room, and I refused to discuss the bill with her if he wasn’t in his cage. When she said she didn’t have a cage for him, I walked out the backdoor and said I would send the bill to her.