This time Alanis was in a soft-sided crate, bouncing it around the room; and Miro was behind a baby gate on the stairway landing. The workman politely tried to ignore the dogs as we shouted at each other in the doorway.
"I'll need to see the main water shut-off," he said.
"It's downstairs," I yelled. "I'll show you."
He stepped in and eyed the tank where Matilda the snake was slithering around, awakened by the earthquake-like vibrations set off by the barking.
"Is there a back door?" he shouted.
"Yes, but then you'd have to pass by the parrots and they're even louder," I shouted back, thinking I looked even odder than the lady who lives with two dozen cats. Did I mention that my hair was dripping wet from the shower and I was barefoot, having just thrown on jeans and a sweatshirt? Workpeople are always early when you want them to be on time or late and late when you want them on time.
And this was post #425!