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I can't believe my two cream-puff of pet dogs just turned a grown man into a stuttering fool just from looking at them.

I have been waiting for a repair to my air conditioning unit to be done. The part came in, they scheduled the work, but didn't remember to do as I asked, "...to send the guy who isn't afraid of dogs." Add to it this repair guy doesn't speak English all that well, and needed to access the attic and the outside to get the work done. It wasn't going to be an easy situation for any person, or dog.

The last time they sent him, it was a constant game of musical dogs. They couldn't be in the house when he was in the house, nor outside when he was outside. Believe me, no one was happy until he finally left.

So, I make sure to ask for Anthony, the repair guy who likes dogs, cats and even birds. I know this because he was here last week, but couldn't finish the job without a certain part. Well, the part came in, and the appointment was for today.

And then the phone rang.... it wasn't Anthony, it was Fernando and he was inside his van, wanting to know where my dogs were. Oh... no... I groaned. Why didn't they send Anthony? Why?

Fernando tried, he made it to the door. My son put the dogs out the back door, I told Fernando, step inside! Now! The dogs are outside! He could barely move. We both go up to the attic.

I say, "I thought Anthony would have come back, here! I know you don't like dogs."

He says, "No, I like dogs... little dogs... but your dogs are ... well, you have big dogs. I get nervous around big dogs, I had a bad experience one time before..."

I say, "OK. I understand, just let me know where you want to be and I'll make sure the dogs aren't there."

He hesitates, he seems very unsure. He says he has to go outside, too, and inside, and outside.... I say, I understand but you want to start up here, since we are here? Or, do you need to go outside? More seconds go by.

He finally answers, "I go outside."

"OK," I say, and call the kid, to go round up the dogs to come inside. We let Fernando out, and then let the dogs come in. Moments later, the phone rings. It is Fernando calling from his van. He asks me to call Denise at the home office, she needs to talk to me.

I say, "No problem, OK."

She says would I please keep the dogs from Fernando.

I said, "I am!" I continue, "They are on leashes inside the house. He is outside sitting in his truck! I know he is terrified of them, just because one is a German Shepherd and the other is half German Shepherd, but really, they are friendly dogs. I really thought you would have sent Anthony back!"

We keep discussing the situation and finally I say, "How about we just reschedule for when Anthony can come back?"

She puts me on hold, and after a few minutes, says, "I am real sorry, but Fernando is absolutely paralyzed with fear, that he is stuttering! "said, with a slight giggle. And she made a new appointment for tomorrow... with Anthony. Said she'd put a permanent note on our account! DO NOT SEND FERNANDO, EVER to our house.

LOL , just look at these sweet hearts! So misunderstood...

  Poor Fernando, but I almost spit out my tea, because I wasn´t able to stop laughing...

Beetree, nice to see a lighthearted post! Those dogs look like 2 sweetie pies to me & I couldn't help myself to giggle a little at the thought of Fernando hauling tail back to the work Truck 😂

Poor Fernando, glad he didn't come to my house, Payne hates intruders and makes a huge show of wanting to eat their souls! Poor painter i haired said she went from window to window attacking at every chance at the glass while he painted the outside of the house. After 4 days Payne was very tired, and the painter was happy to get his check and leave. And he liked dogs too.

Glad, I could give you folks a chuckle! LOL

@dragonfry I can imagine your painter's predicament as very "payneful" to the psyche! No doubt your windows all needed a good cleaning off of dog slobber, too! Lol

I have a slight problem stemming from yesterday's incident, now. During the attempt at Fernando/Dog management, I apparently did not close the access door in the attic room that hides the A/C and venting mechanics. This allowed my old cat to creep inside and behind the walls. We didn't discover this until my son heard his caterwauling coming from the A/C vent in his ceiling! We took the vent cover off and at one point his head was visible. He won't come back the way he got in, and won't let us grab him to pull him through the vent!

I can't believe my son googled, "How to get a cat out of a/c vent, because I was told, "Mom, you are not supposed to keep calling his name, I read it on the Internet."

Stupid cat! He has to be getting hungry and thirsty. Hope he gets himself out soon.

I really feel sorry for people who are so scared of dogs that that can't be around them...But...I understand because most of them have had some sort of bad experience...This is why I feel it's my responsibility to introduce my dogs to people...I just want to do it at at my timing NOT just when someone thinks it's ok to put their hands on my dogs...I want to make sure the dog/dogs are ok and they're in the right mood (not when they're too excited)...I worry more about my dogs jumping on someone in particular kids...
Your story is funny (to us)...but I'm afraid not so funny to Fernando...People do have fears of some things that can only be explained by them...
Good story...Thanks for sharing...

~Bob~

Thanks, @ Q Man. You bring up some good points, too.

Here's an update. Anthony never showed, yesterday! My A/C is still not fixed! 😟

My cat finally removed himself from in between the walls, sometime late last night. What a relief! He has certain health and mental issues. I was starting to worry he'd die of thirst and confusion from kitty dementia. He was on Prozac for a time because he would chase his tail and self mutilate until he caused bleeding. I would wake up to a crime scene from the blood splatter and his spinning! 

I am so glad he got himself out, and not just because I was also getting the, "If I was there, I would have done this and that, and this would never have happened," speech. 

At which point I felt it necessary to point out, "Yes, you weren't there! Let's just focus on getting the cat out, now."

Anyway, I disregarded the Google advise and kept calling for the cat throughout the day, but he must have been sleeping as there was never an answering sound. Thoughts were turning dire, including demolition plans, when his meow was finally heard within our bedroom. He'd found his way out and was starved and thirsty! 

You have no idea how relieved I was! I was beginning to wonder if my old house would now become haunted from some kind of bizarre, Edgar Allen Poe meets Schroedinger's cat nightmare.

Anthony showed up today... after 5 pm. The wrong part got ordered. He has to come back tomorrow. I can't believe this. Really.