Okay. It must be me.

I ordered groceries. (Because I don’t own a car and I don’t want to use my daughter’s time when there’s an option.)

Since my dear Chloe-dog has lost much of her sight and hearing, I added to delivery instructions, “Please don’t knock. I’ll know you’re here, and knocking only activates my dog’s barking/growling mechanism.”

The driver respected the law of my instructions but not the spirit. He didn’t knock, but he walked off the porch, about four feet from my door, and yelled “I didn’t activate your dog, did I?”

And then, of course, she was activated.