I did some house painting in the early 80s to supplement my income. Worked in snobby rich folks home who wouldn’t remove their toy poodle who insisted on barking and lunging at me continuously. One time it got too close and was trying to bite my ankle. I launched it with a perfect side kick around 10 feet across the room. It still barked (much less ) at me, but kept its distance.
On another occasion at a job I was working in a rich snobby persons home and the couple were from Haiti and had this pitch black German Shepard named Gia and the dog wanted to kill me and the couple would talk to the dog like it was a cute princess saying "no Gia... good dog!" after it lunged or tried to bite me. It got to a point I had to have them put it in another room so I could work safely. Even still they'd let it out and it always came charging at me barking and baring it's teeth, while they would laugh and say, Gia.... Good dog, good dog! I gave up that job as it wasn't work my life due to these incompetent liberal morons that still thought they were living in Haiti. They were darker than most black people but the husband had vitaligo where parts of his skin were whiter than even an albino. One of the weirdest jobs I've ever done. I still remember being on ladders and the dog nipping at my feet while the idiot owners were saying "good Gia, good dog!"