You could well be barked to death!
Our pooch is Lexxi! Female, intuitive, demanding, loving, obedient ( usually) we love her.
The other side of her is her gift for selecting and chewing to death socks, underwear, legs on tables, and, free from impunity, peeing on any floor surface should she have peed on the mat before I have had the chance to change it!
Door knockers who are surprisingly insistent when confronted by growling and barking like the hound of the baskervilles being challenged by the dachshund! At the clink of the opening of the gate she starts to grumble as deeply as something whose vocal chords are six inches from the ground!
So now, the door stays closed and locked. Triple L (Husband) always forgets to wear his hearing aids. It takes a while for the required number of decibels to hit the ether through his iPad headphones. Eventually the door knocker concedes.
Sometimes I might respond but today, my leg had gone to sleep, my knitting wool wrapped itself around my numb foot, Triple L tripped over the barricade designed to keep Lexxi out of bedroom as the knocker soldiered on the get to the door. I hoped the security door was locked!
On the edge of the verandah was the smiling door knocker trying to be heard over the cacophony of Madam. “I’ll let you go then” she says , big smile, lovely person. “Thank you” is my reply followed by ” don’t come again! ”
I think we were all ok with that!
Confessions of a Free Range Prolapsed Catholic 
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