The dog days of real estate

Diary of a Real Estate Rookie

So the dog — a fairly big black Lab — threw up in the lobby five minutes before the potential buyers were supposed to show up. I swear I was nice about it. "I’m a real estate agent and I’ve got someone coming to see the apartment," I said to the dog’s walker, a girl of about 16 who looked like she’d never seen dog vomit before.

"Do you mind if I just fold the rug over a little bit before they come in?" I asked, adding, "I don’t think it’ll make it harder to clean up."