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Okay, this officially sucks. Till yesterday, the dog was annoying, occasionally unnerving, but not actually triggering my phobia as such.
He'd barked at me, coming closer, but only when I knocked and then entered his owner's office (while owner was there), and he always obeyed commands to back down.
Yesterday, he barked and advanced while entering my office, sans his owner. My order to him to get out brought his owner, but he had to be physically pulled away.
I know, I know, that he was reacting to the costume and didn't recognize me.
I went to the break room to get myself half a donut. He was finally out of it, so I thought I was okay, but he was playing with his ball in the hallway nearby, heard me opening the donut boxes, and came in. I got my piece, and he was watching me with begging eyes.
From six inches away. and that is all he did. I came back to my office (he followed me), shut the door in his face, and was shaking a bit when I sat down. Not bad, really: in college, I would have freaked way worse, and way sooner.
But still. Ugh.
Just need to calm down, maybe over the weekend, and write a nice little memo asking that dogs in the office be kept on a leash when in the hallways/public areas. Private offices, s'long as no one in that space inds? Heck, shut the door and turn them loose, I don't care.
He'd barked at me, coming closer, but only when I knocked and then entered his owner's office (while owner was there), and he always obeyed commands to back down.
Yesterday, he barked and advanced while entering my office, sans his owner. My order to him to get out brought his owner, but he had to be physically pulled away.
I know, I know, that he was reacting to the costume and didn't recognize me.
I went to the break room to get myself half a donut. He was finally out of it, so I thought I was okay, but he was playing with his ball in the hallway nearby, heard me opening the donut boxes, and came in. I got my piece, and he was watching me with begging eyes.
From six inches away. and that is all he did. I came back to my office (he followed me), shut the door in his face, and was shaking a bit when I sat down. Not bad, really: in college, I would have freaked way worse, and way sooner.
But still. Ugh.
Just need to calm down, maybe over the weekend, and write a nice little memo asking that dogs in the office be kept on a leash when in the hallways/public areas. Private offices, s'long as no one in that space inds? Heck, shut the door and turn them loose, I don't care.