As a teen, I worked a reception desk.
Had a couple customers treat me terribly, and was telling the boss about it. He said, “RA, here’s what you do. The next time someone treats you like that, tell them, “The boss lets me tell one customer per day to go to hell, and I’m sure as hell not going to...
Doggo #2 ends every day by running top speed to our bedroom, leaping into the bed, and running in circles while I shout “GET OFF THE BED!” and she evades grabbing.
Then, once she’s torn across our pillows, she hops down
EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT.