It was really a poodle I wanted!

Whilst chatting to a "doggy" friend recently we got on to the subject of pups for sale. At the moment she has Chihuahuas and Pomeranians but in the past has had Yorkshire Terriers. She said, "Have you ever had any strange experiences with people coming to view the pups?" I hadn't but I have never really bred much.
She had this man come in to see a Yorkie pup and he rambled on about other breeds, then scooped up the little Yorkie. My friend then detected this strong smell of drink from him and his ramblings became worse. She darted forward, retrieved the pup, shot into the kitchen where her husband was and said, "Get rid of that man. He's drunk." Then she fled upstairs in tears, clutching her "bairn." The man was duly shown the door but hubby stormed upstairs telling her never to do that to him again!
On another occasion a woman came to see a pup. She arrived just after 7pm, sat in the husband's big comfy armchair (he was working backshift) and chatted, drank several cups of tea and ate the offered biscuits and cakes until she took her leave at 11 pm with the words, "It was really a poodle I wanted!"
She thinks there must be a sign on her garden gate that says "Samaritan"!