Our Bad Credit Didn’t Stop Us From Buying Our First Home
Photo courtesy of Robbert van der Steeg’s photostream via Flickr
We somberly followed our Realtor through the house. Me with my hands thrust deeply into my jean pockets afraid to touch anything, my husband shaking his head in disgust. We nearly tripped over each other in our rush out the back door and get some fresh air into our lungs. After traipsing through the snow to a few feet away from the house, the three of us made eye contact and unanimously said, “No”. After chatting for a few minutes, we took one last, deep breathe before heading back inside and making a non-stop, fast-paced beeline for the front door. On our way past the owner, we smiled and thanked her while our Realtor hastily explained we were in a rush to make our next appointment on time.
Only one lady lived in the house with her two, full grown Great Pyrenees dogs aka Pyrenean Mountain dogs, each weighing over 100 pounds. A beautiful, majestic breed of dog known for their intelligence and thick water resistant coat.
The basement smelled even worse than the rest of the house, and that’s where the dogs were. We saw piles of dog poop all over the basement floor, probably several weeks worth. Their owner, who had been quietly following us through the house, quickly jumped into explaining why she was letting her dogs use the basement as a big dog outhouse. Something about it being too cold for them to go outside in the snow. We politely listened, nodding our heads while she talked, and continued making our way through the house.
Afterwards, as we jumped into the car, Read the rest of this entry
