Not in the biblical sense of the word as far as I know!
He arrived on time, so far so good, tall lanky bloke with a gold chain around his neck, not sure if it was a choke chain or not, and tattoos up his arms. He sat down and took out some papers from his shoulder bag. We sat chatting for 20 minutes or so. Did the dogs bark did they hell. Mr C arrives on the scene I go and make coffee and somehow during the brief time that I was in the kitchen the conversation had gone from dogs to photography. I end up looking up photographers for them on the interwebly.
One thunderstorm, six lightening bolts and an hour and a half later the dog man departed. Had the dogs barked? Had they hell.
Ten minutes after he had left did the dogs start barking, you bet they did.
He is returning on Friday to sit on the patio for twenty minutes or two hours.
I am off to purchase a dog whistle. I will practice on Snoops.