This afternoon I went with my real estate agent to look at a couple of houses for sale. The last house we visited was in a desirable neighborhood in Austin, TX and from the exterior of the house it was going to need some repairs.
As we pass the big ass SUV that's parked near the front door with a dog ramp coming out of it my realtor says oh they must have an old dog. I think nothing of it as we wait to be let in the house. I start looking around the front door area and notice a plaque with a picture of a German Shepherd. I say "Oh look they must like German Shepherds" because why else would you have a plaque of your dog at the front door?
The nice lady says hi and asks if we are "OK" with dogs. I don't respond, but my realtor says I don't mind dogs. I'm still thinking this will be fine and not to worry about the dogs. We go in and OMG it smells and the home is in early stages of hoarding and we-don't-give-a-shit. We were also told we couldn't go into the master bedroom/bath or another bedroom next to it. Why? Well because there are people in the bedroom sleeping and they are nude. These are "day-timers" the nice lady says.
We make our way to the hallway bathroom and there are signs. Signs to remind you to put the toilet seat down, which they ignore, and a sign to wash your hands. The lady suggests that the entire bathroom will need new fixtures. Really? New fixtures and a bulldozer perhaps.
Being the cook of my castle I ask about the kitchen. We head towards the living room and then I became frozen mid way between the hallway and the living room. I'm literally stuck because of the miniature pony sized German Shepherds that have come to greet my crotch. I had three HUGE dogs smelling my downtown and they loved it. For an added bonus one of them barked which was a call to the outside dog letting him know to come inside and smell the fresh pie that just arrived. The nice lady says "Oh they won't bite because they are therapy dogs." That didn't impress me at all so I ended the tour and I never got to see the kitchen. It just wasn't meant to be.
I googled therapy dogs and looking back all 4 of those dogs were well tempered and friendly. They were just being dogs and that's fine. I wish that the humans living there took better care of their environment. The house has potential, but it's been neglected and it really shouldn't be for sale (at least not right now). I think the dogs did me a favor by blocking my path. My scent must have given the therapy dogs insight into my personality which led them to keep me safe by not letting me see the horrors that were probably in the kitchen. One look into the dogs eyes showed compassion and it also said "Get out while you can!"
House hunting to be continued...
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