As an animal lover it is always enjoyable meeting new home owners and their pets. As a Realtor it is a little more challenging. From the smell of the pets, to the hair or feathers, or those lovable little treasures left in a pile for you in the backyard. Homeowners just don't seem to have any empathy for those who do not share their love for their non human companions. When selling your home, animals tend to make the job just a little harder.
I almost lost my groin to "Cujo" last week masquerading as a "Fluffy". Mere inches separated Cujo/Fluffy's teeth from my manhood. I handled it well by yelling BACK at the same time as I performed a half pike, almost knocking my clients back down the stairs with my backside. My clients however had turned white, thinking that the "end" was near, and Cujo/Fluffy was coming for them next. Needless to say, they did not buy!
Last year I did an open house where they had three cats and a Jack Russell Terrier. I explained that we needed the pets out of the home for the open house. When I got there at 1:30 all that was left to do was to get the three cats into two pet carriers. Sounded simple enough, there were three people (the mother and two teenagers) for three cats.
The first cat went into the first carrier without a hitch. Easy I'm thinking. The next carrier would house the two other cats. The second cat was caught and was not pleased about going in the carrier, paws out doing the iron cross trying not to go in, but in it went. The third cat was caught and the door to the carrier opened, the way out blocked by four spread eagledhands. The third cat was eased into the carrier as the second bolted out passed the two children frantically trying to block it in. Meanwhile the Jack Russell is bouncing up and down, jumping onto the back of one child, running up the arm of the mother then down the other side barking like crazy. The third cat is hissing and scratching every hand or arm it can get hold of. Finally it is in the carrier. Now they have to search for the second cat who has gone into hiding. After a ten minute search, the whole fiasco starts again as they try and put the second cat into the carrier that is occupied by the third. This time the dog decides he is going to help by attacking the second cat as it is again performing the iron cross... At the mouth of the carrier we have two cats, the Jack Russell and six hands in a bloodbath. In all it took twenty minutes but the cats were in the carriers, the dog sitting calm looking really pleased with himself, and the humans dripping blood looking like their arms had gone through a shredder.
Finally with them out of the house I was ready for a really good open house. The backyard was main selling feature, the in-ground pool and landscaping were magnificent, wait till people saw the backyard oasis. At 2pm when the open house was to begin, the heavens opened up. For two straight hours thunder and lightning with torrential rains. Cars pulled up, stopped for a few seconds then sped away. fearing to get out in the rain, not one visitor to the open house. At 4pm, the rain stopped, the sky opened up and there was brilliant sunshine. I thought it was the end to a bad day, what else could go wrong, right? At about 4:15 the owner could be seen driving down the block going way over the speed limit. I thought why are they in such a rush. They bounced into the driveway, and slid to a stop. Three doors were flung open even before the car came to a complete stop. Turns out the carrier with cats two and three had an accident. One of the cats had diarrhea in the carrier, both cats had started to fight, and as you can guess both were covered in you know what. The humans were close to throwing up, meanwhile the Jack Russell was jumping from seat to seat with the occasional savaging at the wire mesh of the carriers, thinking this was the best day ever.
Got any good pet stories....Ken
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