I went to a signing and was met at the door with about 10 small barking dogs. A older retired man, who loved his dogs. 3 went out the door and he was not happy, but I was saved by a phone call that he took. While he was busy on the phone, I was able to let the stray dogs back into the house. Very little furniture in the house, dog poop and pee all over the floor. The table was little with one chair available, which the man took. There was a soft arm chair nearby so I pulled it over for me. As soon as I sat down, I knew that was a mistake, the chair must have been a potty chair. The dogs kept running around, rubbing my legs and so on. I kept my smile and I got out a fast as I could. Seriously, I could not get to my shower fast enough and change clothes. I put the clothes in a bag and took them to the cleaners. Worst experience in all of my days going into homes for various reasons.