Mary,    I had to smile at your story. It makes me think of the story my mom told about the Fuller Brush man in our neighborhood when I was just little. He was creepy. He entered the house and wanted to get "frisky" with my mom. She chased him around the neighborhood and told him if he ever came back she'd end his life! Never saw him again at all in the neighborhood.   -tracy --- On Sun, 1/18/09, Mary wrote: There was one man, in particular, who was always trying to sell my dad siding and roofing. He was a skinny, little man with shifty eyes. He made such a nuisance out of himself one year that my dad threw him off the property and told him if he showed his face again he'd haul out his shotgun. My dad died at the end of August, and in October I rescued a German Shepherd named Poncho that had been trained as a guard dog.