She called on a Sunday. Said she wanted to see the listing on Maple, the one with the sunroom. Great, fine, I'll meet you at two. She shows up with her husband and their dog. Big dog. Some kind of mastiff mix, had to be 120 pounds. Nobody mentioned a dog. The sellers had cats. Three of them. The cats were supposedly locked in the master bedroom but one got out when I was showing the kitchen and the dog just lost it. Knocked over this antique hall table, broke a lamp that was apparently worth eight hundred dollars. The husband's trying to grab the collar, the wife is screaming at the husband, the cat's on top of the refrigerator hissing. And then the dog pees. Right on the hardwood. The original hardwood that the sellers had just refinished for like three grand before listing. The couple leaves. Doesn't apologize, doesn't offer to pay for anything, just leaves. The wife says something about how I should have warned them about the cats. Me. I should have warned them. The sellers wanted me to pay for the lamp. Called my broker. Said I was negligent. The listing agent had to get involved. There were emails for two weeks. Nobody bought that house for another four months. The pee stain never fully came out, you could see it in certain light. We had to disclose it. A dog pee disclosure. That's a real thing I had to write.