They had a small presence in the country that I moved to and rang my doorbell on a (of course) Saturday morning. I just assumed that it was a friend of the Mrs. since I wasn't expecting anyone but after I buzzed them in I realized what was happening, almost instantly thanks to my previous experience with my friend. Between the time that they had walked up the stairs to my apartment I had called my Rottie to welcome our new guests, had put the chain on the door so that all they saw when I opened the door a bit was a bunch of teeth in the door crack. She was a puppy at that time and and was just happy to meet somebody else but they sure as hell didn't know that. I never heard from them again.