I attended a class today about working with buyers and the instructor told us a true story about someone from our company. This agent worked with a single female and finally narrowed the houses to four. On the day she was to make her decision, the agent made appointments for second showings with all four homes. When they met at the first house, the buyer was holding something - a big ol’ fluffy cat.
In all four of the houses, the cat - which I assume was on a leash - was gently placed on the floor. In three of them, the cat turned around and walked out the door. In the fourth house, the cat looked around, stretched, and found a place in the sun to sit. That’s the home the buyer chose.
So how much do you love your own Fido and Fluffy? Enough to let the dog or cat or chimp or snake or whatever pet you fancy pick your home for you? I can certainly understand when buyers want a fenced back yard to allow the dog to run outside without a leash. I can understand when there are specific needs for *children* … for example, the adult may want the master bedroom on opposite side of the house from other bedrooms to allow for privacy. Or maybe they want the bedrooms all together so they can hear the baby cry. But to allow a cat or dog to actually pick a house?
But pet owners do love their companions. Even reluctant owners. Curt Canada, a personal growth coach and Realtor in Washington, D.C. tells about his search to adopt Lucky after he and his wife lived through a break-in,
I wandered through three websites where we came upon a dog that looked us both in the face. I sized him up, he looked like he had a bark and reminded me of a setter . I saw the spark in my wife’s eye when she noticed that affirmative look on my face. She mentioned to me to read his story, I did, he had been left at an abandoned farm somewhere in West Virginia, and to top it off he had found a home at a kill shelter , if you know what i mean, his days were numbered! It said that he would be put down by the end of the week.
Sandy Shores of Melbourne, Florida tells about how her dog Bailey is her daughter’s guardian angel. When Stephanie is sick, Bailey watches over her.
When I leave the room, he jumps up on the bed, right next to her and stays close. When she leaves the room, he comes to get me in my home office. He nudges me to tell me that she’s up and to go check on her. He watches her or he wants me to be sure that I know exactly where she is at all times.
Sometimes, words aren’t needed to describe how people feel about their animals. Kristen Johnston of Waukesha, Wisconsin knows how to treat her kitties right! I have a feeling she’d definitely treat her clients with care!
