It has been like a zillion years since the piano was tuned (so I've been told, since I've only been living here for 4 months.) Motch had someone come over to tune it and fortunately for him, I was there to help. After a thorough inspection of the tools in his box and piano parts on the floor, I determined that it was okay to proceed.
I'm not the bravest of terriers, but I didn't run away or hide when this guy put the piano back together and played it. As a matter of fact, I'm considering taking piano lessons now. It sounds more fun than obedience school.