So, we take Trevor to Hell's Kitchen Groom Room every Tuesday when the cleaner is in the house. And we told them.
At the Groom Room, they thought we were just being nice, and didn't want the dog underfoot. They did not realize the depth of his cleaning products hatred - until they tried to sweep up something.
Trevor launches into a terrier frenzy and must KILL the broom (or vacuum or wiping cloth or whatever...)
Trevor is cleaning products' mortal enemy. Here he is given the broom the evil eye - in case it moves by itself.