We all actually do let strangers in,all the time,if you really think about it.
OK, here's what happened to me last month. I called a piano tuner. He showed up and said that he forgot his tools, and could he use the phone to call his wife to bring his tools. "Wow! that's a huge fish tank!"
"It may look big to you, but this 300 gallon tank is way too small for our fish." "Do you want to see a big tank?"
The piano man leaves to get his tools and comes back with his wife who is carrying a DOG. I AM NOT A DOG PERSON. I am a cat person. His wife came because she wanted to see the fish and THE TANK.
"Ummm, we don't usually let dogs in our house because of my cat."
"Poochie loves cats."
"Well, since my cat passed away, I guess you can bring your dog in."
Wife sat in front of our small tank watching the fish while poochie ran all over our house unsupervised. It finally went to sleep ON the sofa.
My husband was out of town. When he came home a few days later, he almost stepped in dog poop in his computer room. Our house is now officially a "no dogs allowed" house.
Piano man came back a week later to finish tuning the piano. His parting shot to me as he left was that he and his wife would like to be here when our fish are moved to their big tank. What are we some kind of circus freak show? I just wanted the stinking piano tuned and got dog poop in the bargain.
Oh dear, I got side tracked. The moral of the story is don't let strange dogs in your house.