Since I have been restricted with this stupid broken ankle, I have been home more.

I have honed my hatred of solicitors razor sharp during this time.

I will be at the computer working, (or cruising E-Bay, etc.), when I hear BANG, BANG, BANG, and before I can even hoist myself up, someone is laying on the doorbell.

The dogs go berzerk.
If I can get to the window in time, I can see the perpetrator jump back when my junkyard dog flings herself at the window. That is rewarding.

She is a fearsome thing and well-respected by Brown and Fed Ex employees.

Sometimes the person, usually a young man, will hold up a card or holler at me through the glass about the service he is pushing. Usually it is some form of home improvement, which is a sad commentary on the condition of our house.

Then I yell at him "Go away!" through the glass, so loudly it hurts my throat.

And the dogs continue to bark for the next 30 minutes, making it really hard for me to concentrate on bidding on the Fossil watch with the butterfly on the face.

What do you do to discourage solicitors?