Once. It was a person coming to check the gas line behind the stove for the gas company. I had a Chihuahua/terrier mix dog at the time, who was pretty small. I habitually carried him under my arm, and was doing so when I let the guy in. Freckles didn't even bark, growl, etc. No threatening movements or sounds at all. The next is the gist of what happened.The guy looked at him and said, "if that dog bites me, I'm going to sue." Now, I understand being afraid of dogs, even ones the size of a clutch handbag. So, I said I'd put him up in one of the bedrooms (we didn't have a yard at this house.) He told me that wasn't good enough and repeated his words about suing if he was bitten. "I don't have a backyard." "Not good enough. Put him outside."
Yeah, like I was going to put my dog out front on the sidewalk in the city where he would likely become lost or be hit by a car. So I said, "Sir, you'll have to leave my house and send someone else." "Okay, put him in the bedroom." At that point, I wasn't comfortable, so I just said, "No, now I want you to leave and call someone else." He left. Long story short, *two* guys showed up later. I picked Freckles up and had him under my arm again when I answered the door. They almost fell over laughing, told me the previous guy had reported a vicious dog and uncooperative resident.