The other agent emailed at 9pm. Night before the open house. "Just wanted to let you know the sellers left their dog." Left their dog. Like it's a lamp they forgot to unplug. I get there at 10am and there's this massive German Shepherd in the backyard, no food bowl, no water, nothing. Just staring at me through the sliding glass door. And the sellers aren't answering their phones because they're already on a flight to Cancun. So I'm doing an open house with a dog I can't let in and can't let out. First couple shows up, nice young family, and the husband asks if he can see the backyard. I tell him there's a dog situation. He says oh we love dogs. I say this isn't that kind of dog. This dog has not blinked in 20 minutes. I called the listing agent six times. Six. She finally texts back "can you just give him some lunch meat" like I carry deli supplies in my car. The whole three hours I'm standing in this kitchen trying to sell a $485,000 house while a German Shepherd paces behind glass like a museum exhibit nobody asked for. One lady asked if the dog conveyed with the property. I honestly didn't know if she was joking. Sellers got back Tuesday. Never apologized. Asked how the open house went. I said fine. Four showings. No offers. The dog's fine too, thanks for asking.