We had an electrical problem in our basement that I just couldn't track down, so we called an electrician. He showed up with a young "assistant" that I immediately felt uncomfortable having inside the house. That feeling got worse when the young guy asked right away to use the bathroom... which is upstairs.
Luckily, I had closed our German Shepherd up in a room upstairs, and he was raising holy HELL because someone was in the house. As I walked the young guy upstairs, our conversation went like this:
Him: "Sounds like a mean dog."
Me: "Yep."
Him: "What do you think would happen if he got out?"
Me: "How much do you weigh?"
Him: What's that got to do with it?"
Me: "I'm trying to calculate how long before I'll have to buy dog food again."
Him: "Oh."
He may have scoped out part of my house, but he obviously didn't see anything worth getting eaten for.
“He showed up with a young “assistant” that I immediately felt uncomfortable having inside the house.”
OUTSTANDING story...glad it worked out, but a closer call than you should have to deal with.