Here is what happened:

I’m inspecting a three bedroom condo that is occupied. At the time of the inspection the owners are gone,
but they have left two pugs fenced off in the kitchen. I have the realtor, the client and the pugs in the unit.

As I inspect the condo, I head down the hall to inspect all of the bedrooms. A bedroom inspection consists of  looking for any damage, testing the doors and windows for function, opening and shutting the windows and so forth. I finish up with the master bedroom and step back in the second bedroom to double check something. The second time I’m in the bedroom is when the sleeping teenager under the big comforter wakes up with a blurry look of surprise on their face. 

Freak out moment!