In an attempt to change careers, I've been taking courses on real estate and went on an agent caravan to see the local properties today. I would love to tell you about all the wonderful properties I saw today, but unfortunately those lousy human agents chased me out of every damn home I went to. I couldn't even ride along with my colleagues from the office because none of them wanted me in their car. I'm starting to get the feeling they think I'm some kind of family pet or something! Where the hell do these people get off?
I tell you - I've been studying way too hard and long to allow these people to treat me this way. All week long I was hearing how pleasant these caravans were and how I would really enjoy all the food the agents put out. Then the day comes and all I get is bupkis! I got chased at every damn door I went to. I tried to be professional - even had my business cards at the ready but nobody even took the time to look at any of them. All they would do is grab a broom and start chasing me out the door screaming for someone to help them get the damn dog out of there. One guy even had the audacity to ask who brought the mangy mutt! I beg your pardon? Excuse me... mangy mutt? How dare you sir! The only thing mangy around here is that little discolored fur piece you're wearing upon that bald crown of yours! That's what's mangy!
Anyway, I'm guessing that this is the way it's going to be for the next few years until I'm eligible to get my broker's license and then call my own shots. But then again, I am going on eleven and the life expectancy of the average German Shepherd is right around 10-13 years so I may not even make it. Damn humans ruin all my plans! Well I better go before I really get worked up. Have a good day folks!
