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Last evening our doorbell rang around 5.30 p.m. I wasn't going to answer it because it's so embarrassing when Elliott and Spencer act like a couple of junk yard dogs, barking and carrying on so much you can't hear yourself think. But, since it was early, I thought it might be kids collecting canned goods or something other than a sales person. So I went to the door.
The boys were in fine form, jumping and barking up complete bedlam, as I opened the door just far enough to wedge my face in it and block the boys with my body. By that time, the 20 something fellow outside had backed from the door to the top step of the porch. He started to talk, while dog heads appeared on one side of me, the other side of me, through my legs, trying to get to him, and continuing to bark insanely.
Because they were so loud and he was backed up away from the door, it was really difficult to hear. I caught the occasional word and was trying to lip read. When he paused, I looked at him and said, "I'm sorry. It was hard to hear you clearly, but did you ask if we were interested in a home security system?" At that point, he went blank, clearly an OMG moment. He grinned, said "have a great evening" and left.