Me- 
Male Owner- MO
Female Owner- FO
Crew Chief – CC
Mr. Cell Phone- MC
This happened about a year ago on a cold clear mountain morning. I am a land surveyor, and my crew and I were sent to an upscale development to replace a few lot corners. We showed up at about 8:30. We typically don’t announce our presence because by the time we arrive the owners are, (a) gone to work (b) gone for the winter (c) asleep or (d) already know we are there. We pull out the maps and start finding what corners are in and which ones are gone. This requires us to walk around the property, poke about in the bushes, and dig around in the flowerbeds. We find out that every other corner is gone and this lot has more than four corners. This makes our job harder. I wind up with my survey instrument set up on the edge of the road about 40 feet from our client’s front door. We start to replace the 1st missing corner and the front door opens. The FO pops her head out and looks at me but says nothing. At the same time a big German Shepherd bolts straight out the door.
When I say big, I mean 100 lbs of muscle and standing about 3 feet (1 meter) tall. Kujo runs at me silently, full force, head down, ears flat, tail low, mouth open and packed full of teeth. All I have time to do is count the layers of clothes I have on (three) and thank my lucky stars that I am wearing leather ski gloves. In that split second, I stuck my hand out in a pseudo greeting for the flying ball of teeth and muscle. The words I was able to muster were, “Hi Bowser.” So… as Kujo was running towards me, the CC sees the dog and starts to run for the truck. The dog goes after the moving target and runs right past me. The CC makes it safely in the truck. Then the dog then lopes over to MC, who is oblivious to the entire incident and talking on his cell. The dog stops dead behind MC and sniffs him. This gives me time to hop in the truck. MC turns around to see Rin Tin Tin standing there and turns completely pale.
Then Rin Tin Tin is distracted away from staring down MC by the car door slamming and runs back to the vehicle. The dog standing on all fours, looks into the window of a Toyota Forerunner four wheel drive and stares. By this time the FO calls the dog back inside. At this point we said “F-this” and went back to the office.
The next morning we go back to the house to finish the job. We decide to announce our presence this time. The husband comes out, greets us and we begin to chat. Kujo is at his side the entire time at a perfect heal. The MO is a nice guy, talks to us a bit about what we are doing and offers us some coffee because it is freezing outside. I walk off and set up the equipment, leaving my crew chief to talk with the owner. In the course of the conversation the MO asks, “Like my dog?”.
CC answers back, “The dog is beautiful”.
MO- “Yea. He is a drop out.”
CC- “ Drop out?”
MO- “Yea, I got him up in New York. He is a wash out from the Police dog training academy. They would not make him a police dog for some dumb reason.”
CC- “Why?”
Owner- “Well, he kept biting the people he took down instead of just holding them on the ground.”
ARRRRGH!!!! We all could have been dog chow!!!
Later the FO calls and apologizes to my boss because it looked like she turned the dog out on us, and realized that she scared us. She claims the dog was just going out for his morning pee. I am not sure that I totally believe her.

Male Owner- MO
Female Owner- FO
Crew Chief – CC
Mr. Cell Phone- MC
This happened about a year ago on a cold clear mountain morning. I am a land surveyor, and my crew and I were sent to an upscale development to replace a few lot corners. We showed up at about 8:30. We typically don’t announce our presence because by the time we arrive the owners are, (a) gone to work (b) gone for the winter (c) asleep or (d) already know we are there. We pull out the maps and start finding what corners are in and which ones are gone. This requires us to walk around the property, poke about in the bushes, and dig around in the flowerbeds. We find out that every other corner is gone and this lot has more than four corners. This makes our job harder. I wind up with my survey instrument set up on the edge of the road about 40 feet from our client’s front door. We start to replace the 1st missing corner and the front door opens. The FO pops her head out and looks at me but says nothing. At the same time a big German Shepherd bolts straight out the door.


The next morning we go back to the house to finish the job. We decide to announce our presence this time. The husband comes out, greets us and we begin to chat. Kujo is at his side the entire time at a perfect heal. The MO is a nice guy, talks to us a bit about what we are doing and offers us some coffee because it is freezing outside. I walk off and set up the equipment, leaving my crew chief to talk with the owner. In the course of the conversation the MO asks, “Like my dog?”.
CC answers back, “The dog is beautiful”.
MO- “Yea. He is a drop out.”
CC- “ Drop out?”
MO- “Yea, I got him up in New York. He is a wash out from the Police dog training academy. They would not make him a police dog for some dumb reason.”
CC- “Why?”
Owner- “Well, he kept biting the people he took down instead of just holding them on the ground.”
ARRRRGH!!!! We all could have been dog chow!!!

Later the FO calls and apologizes to my boss because it looked like she turned the dog out on us, and realized that she scared us. She claims the dog was just going out for his morning pee. I am not sure that I totally believe her.
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