I showed a house last week that smelled so bad of dog pee…It hit you right as you walked in and stayed with you the rest of the day. My clients wanted to look around but I couldn’t…I couldn’t breath. (I imagined that that was what an asthma attack feels like.)You could see the multitude of pee stains in the carpeting. I tried holding my breath but that wasn’t working. My clients, though aware of the offensive odor, bravely continued looking through the house while I was turning blue. Now, these are dedicated Buyers, willing to look at any house in case this might be the right one for them. I, however, knew they would never buy this house and needed to get out of there as quickly as possible. “So we’re done here?” I inquired with my last breath. “Yes, I guess” was their reply. Once outside, recovering from my ordeal, I heard my clients inquire, “What is up with the smell?” Scratch this one off their list.
This reminds me of the house that was filled with birds, birds in every corner ---
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