I worked Census in 1990. I had a long form for a brand new house in an upscale brand new sub pretty far from town. No one would answer the door but someone was obviously home. There was a high board fence around the back yard. On the third attempt I finally went to the gate. There was a pool in the back with a middle aged man and a young woman in it unclad. There was a Doberman lying at attention at the end of the pool, I walked over, showing my bad with Census on it and the woman started shrieking. He told her to shut up and asked me what I wanted, I told him. He said let’s get it done and answered all the questions. As I turned to leave he said to walk evenly and steadily to the gate and close and latch it. Dobie was alert and quivering. The woman was yelling again about that $3000 dog that was worthless. I went out and closed the gate just as the dog hit it. The fence quivered and it sounded like a board cracked but I had got it latched. The man was a local businessman whose address was in town where he had a middle aged wife and several teenagers.
NASHVILLE, Ind. A pack of dogs attacked and killed a 71-year-old Census Bureau worker who apparently walked past warning signs in an attempt to count the occupants of an isolated, rural home.
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I heard the 2010 Census had two additional questions => 1) How many dogs do you have? and 2) What time do they eat?
Hopefully, he got rid of the woman soon after.