Sassy barked vigorously at him. It's her job, and she's good at it. Then she went out. Meanwhile, Cuthbert hung around, fascinated like the techno-cat he is, with all the tools and moving pedal stubs and vibrating sounds coming from the man's work. He crept very close to see what was going on.
The doorbell rang, and the serviceman was suprised that Sassy could do that. She didn't bark anymore (once is enough); instead, she lay down on the couch and encouraged me to pet her. As Mark Twain said, anyone who pets a dog has a full-time job. Eventually, I had both pets hanging around me to be petted, until the guy finished up.
My old Conn organ sounds really good now, though I don't know when I'll have time to play it. (I can't stay in practice on the various instruments I play.)