For this episode, I was called in by a landlord who claimed the tenants left the carpet “a little dirty.” But when I arrived, I quickly realized that was an understatement.
The carpet was absolutely filthy, buried under layers of black dog hair. Watch as I bring it back to life!
Sit back, relax, and enjoy the vibes…
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Episode Title : Filth & Furious
Carpet cleaning is a game of expectations. Some jobs are exactly what the customer describes. Others? Let’s just say some people’s definition of “a little dirty” is wildly different from mine.
This one started with a simple call from a landlord. His tenant had just moved out, and he needed the carpets cleaned before listing the property again.
“Nothing crazy,” he said. “Just a little dirty.”
I’ve heard that line before.
So I pulled up, grabbed my carpet cleaning gear, and stepped inside—
The moment I opened the door, I nearly walked right back out.
Dog hair. Stains. A smell that had settled in like it owned the place. The carpet wasn’t just dirty—it was neglected.
I stood there for a second, mentally rearranging my schedule. I had two more carpet cleaning jobs lined up that day, both with tight arrival windows. This? This was NOT the job I had budgeted time for.
But standing there doing math wasn’t going to clean this carpet.
I let out a deep sigh.
Time to go to work.
The Showdown
First up: the dog hair. Black fur was everywhere. It had settled into the fibers like it had a lease. Out came the vacuum, and after multiple deliberate passes, the fur finally started lifting.
Next: the stains. Some looked fresh. Others looked like they’d been there since the Clinton administration. Each one told a different story I didn’t want to read. But my pre-treatment and hot water extraction system? They didn’t care about history. One by one, the stains disappeared.
Finally: the odor. That lingering, stale, pet-heavy funk that made me want to hold my breath between passes. But no smell is safe . A deep clean, a thorough rinse, and a deodorizer later—gone.
When I finished, I stepped back and took it all in.
The carpet? Transformed.
The landlord showed up, took one look, and hit me with: “Wow, looks brand new!”
I just nodded. Because I remembered what it looked like when I walked in.
I packed up my gear, threw one last glance at that formerly filthy carpet, and headed out—right on time for my next job.
Some days, carpet cleaning is just a routine. Other days, it’s a battle.
And today?
It was Filth & Furious.