The shingles and roofing supplies have been delivered. I went outside to meet him, and tell him that I have two very large dogs. One would want to play, the other wants to kill. So I would be out there just in case the wife inadvertently let them out.
No problems, supplies unloaded and the driver took his 'pig' (piggy-back forklift, you see them on the end of building supply delivery trucks) back to his 28' flatbed. Once he was safely in the cul-de-sac, and well outside the invisible fence, Mamaw and Judy came out with the dogs. I stayed about thirty feet from the house, redirecting the mutts back towards them house.
"I think that guy is talking to you..." Mamaw says. So I turn to look, and the driver has climbed up into his 'pig' lift while it is secured three feet off the ground to the back of his trailer.
"Can I come down now ?" he asks
"Oh yea, I've got an eye on them." Then I just motion towards the two dogs and say, "Look at 'em, they're just puppies."
"Yea, right." the driver half-mumbles as he scrambles to the safety of his truck cab.
I really don't understand what the big deal is, they are just a couple of big sissy-babies to me.