Went to someone's house to get paid once in Northern California, kind of a sketchy character quite possibly with criminal activities going on I later heard. Up in the hills, no fence around his property but he had his Doberman running loose about. Nobody was home. After knocking on the door and then about to return to my truck, the Doberman appeared and kept me glued to the porch, became quite aggressive when I tried to leave. I must have been there about an hour before the dog scampered off a bit and I jammed to my truck. Kind of put me off Dobermans.
The first time I went to that residence to see about some work, the guy invited me in and immediately walked me over to an entrance table and opened a drawer and said, "This is where I keep my gun". There was a pistol in there alright. I didn't really didn't know what to think. After doing some work for the guy it took a long time to get paid. Later I heard that the IRS was looking for him, he had split to Florida. He had a pad down there and a cigarette boat.