It was a typical hot, humid Texas Summer day. I had completed most of my schedule and I was getting into the stretch where every customer is home and needs just a little special attention to feel comfortable that their bugs will be gone. I pulled up to the next house on my schedule at the end of a cul-de-sac. I rang the doorbell. No answer. I knocked. No answer. I then went to the gate on the side of the home; I knocked loudly on the gate and began whistling hoping to attract the attention of any dog that may be in the back yard. I have not proven this, but I theorize that a dogs lack of colored sight cause them to view Pest Control Technicians as chew toys that must be gnawed on. No dogs came barking at the fence, or wagging a tale. I now felt safe to service the home.
I power sprayed the front exterior of the home and entered the back yard. As I came near the rear corner of the home I heard music from a radio. I came around the corner and found our customers kneeling on their back deck. I quickly put on a huge smile, raised my arm and announced myself to my customers, saying â€œHi I’m the Bugguyâ€. In the next moment I understood why the customers where kneeling down. I was confronted with one of the most terrifying situations I have ever been in. No less than 6 small black puppies sprinted off the deck of the home and charged in my direction at what seemed to be 200miles per hour. I HAD LEFT THE GATE OPEN and the puppies where headed for it and me. I dropped my equipment and ran towards the gate hoping to close it before the puppies could escape. I was successful and hours of dog catching had been prevented.
As I came back around the corner of the home with the puppies nipping at every inch of me from the knees down, the customer’s were doubled over in laughter at the sight of a grown man fleeing for his life from a group of puppies with the largest weighing at about 6lbs. I didn’t try to explain. I only joined in the laughter and completed the service.