Visit to a breeder home
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Re: Visit to a breeder home January 20, 2009 |
When I was in the real estate appraisal business, I probably went into 1000 single famblee dwellings or more during that time period. When they were breeder dwellings, not to be confused with childed PNB homes, they left an indelible impression upon my mind and I wish that I didn't have such a photographic memory because of the assault on my senses when I recall some of the worst ones. Breeder home trashiness crosses all socio-economic, religious, and racial boundaries and knows no limits. While there were plenty of nasty ones, the one which I affectionately refer to as "The Filthy Zoo", is still forefront on my mind. 
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It was a rather large house and I had remembered having appraised it about 2 years prior when it was for sale, vacant, and all clean and freshly painted. In record time it already had advanced signs of wear and tear on the exterior including some cracked windows, broken areas of the privacy fence, overgrown shrubbery, and some falling off window screens and shudders in ill repair. The garage was packed FULL of junk and was so crammed full that the door had to be forcibly closed in order to get a decent front view picture. It was obvious that they had done NOTHING in the way of maintenance since they had moved in, nothing. The interior, aside from being VERY junky with loose papers, take out boxes strewn about, dried food on plates so bad that if you picked up the fork, the plate would follow it, PILES AND PILED of dirty laundry, sinks overflowing in the kitchen with dirty dishes in varying stages of decay, and I don't have enough space to describe the bathrooms. Areas of the carpet looked more dirty than a grease rag at a garage, some of the bedroom walls (where they housed the kyds) had kiddie caveman crayon scribblings, one bed was saturated in urine and although I saw no visible stains, the smell was unmistakeably layers of old urine on top of fresh, much like the smell of an old wooden public men's urinal from the 1950's.
In addition to the kinder crap, the trash, and poorly cared for interior, they had 5 large exotic looking birds which were walking around the house and a couple were perched up on bookcases, etc....and there was more birdshit on the floors, furniture, running down books and tapes on shelving, on the TV, on the dining room table, etc........than would be expected from a day's collection from all of the pigeons combined at Central Park in NY. There were at LEAST ten cats living inside and I only ever saw 2 litter boxes which hadn't been changed in days, or perhaps weeks. Cat shit odor permeated the entire area and I am convinced that cat urine had soaked down into the carpet padding and possibly even into the very foundation itself. THEN we had the doggies which consisted of 5 or 6 little yappers, who were cute enough but didn't look clean or professionally groomed. I could pretty much tell that they were pure bred and that at least one was a Pomeranian, but beyond that it's hard to say. The BIG dogs lived inside AND out, or so it seemed. Floors and walls were "marked" and where there wasn't a fresh pile of dog shit, there was a stain where some had been previously.
There were several Marmaduke dogs (I forget what they are called), a St Bernard and it's WAY too hot for that breed down in Alabama and he was covered with mud from head to paw no doubt rooting around to get cool, and then there was a big fluffy Shaggy DA looking dog, but she could have been an ungroomed standard poodle, I really couldn't tell. The house AND the yard was covered from front to back, and top to bottom with animal excrement, and when the little boy was told by moomie to "help her on the outside", then I should have expected the worst. The boy's "job" was (as he put it), "Mama wants me to keep you from stepping in dog shit". I liked this kyd, he was about 7 or 8 but funny and honest, albeit a bit embarrassed (and rightfully so) It took guts to maneuver that land mine o' shit, but he seemed like an expert, so I followed close behind. As I was stepping back to get a better pic, I stepped in a HUGE pile of doggie doo before he could warn me and needless to say it made me gag. I had intended to just throw the shoes away, but the little boy had already grabbed them and said he would clean them. I didn't want the kyd to go through that, but before I could stop him he was laying down on the pool apron and scrubbing the shoes IN THE POOL. He then assured me that this was "ok", because that's what they always do when they step in shit".
I will NEVER forget that house for as long as I shall live, OR it's smell.
sIt was a rather large house and I had remembered having appraised it about 2 years prior when it was for sale, vacant, and all clean and freshly painted. In record time it already had advanced signs of wear and tear on the exterior including some cracked windows, broken areas of the privacy fence, overgrown shrubbery, and some falling off window screens and shudders in ill repair. The garage was packed FULL of junk and was so crammed full that the door had to be forcibly closed in order to get a decent front view picture. It was obvious that they had done NOTHING in the way of maintenance since they had moved in, nothing. The interior, aside from being VERY junky with loose papers, take out boxes strewn about, dried food on plates so bad that if you picked up the fork, the plate would follow it, PILES AND PILED of dirty laundry, sinks overflowing in the kitchen with dirty dishes in varying stages of decay, and I don't have enough space to describe the bathrooms. Areas of the carpet looked more dirty than a grease rag at a garage, some of the bedroom walls (where they housed the kyds) had kiddie caveman crayon scribblings, one bed was saturated in urine and although I saw no visible stains, the smell was unmistakeably layers of old urine on top of fresh, much like the smell of an old wooden public men's urinal from the 1950's.
In addition to the kinder crap, the trash, and poorly cared for interior, they had 5 large exotic looking birds which were walking around the house and a couple were perched up on bookcases, etc....and there was more birdshit on the floors, furniture, running down books and tapes on shelving, on the TV, on the dining room table, etc........than would be expected from a day's collection from all of the pigeons combined at Central Park in NY. There were at LEAST ten cats living inside and I only ever saw 2 litter boxes which hadn't been changed in days, or perhaps weeks. Cat shit odor permeated the entire area and I am convinced that cat urine had soaked down into the carpet padding and possibly even into the very foundation itself. THEN we had the doggies which consisted of 5 or 6 little yappers, who were cute enough but didn't look clean or professionally groomed. I could pretty much tell that they were pure bred and that at least one was a Pomeranian, but beyond that it's hard to say. The BIG dogs lived inside AND out, or so it seemed. Floors and walls were "marked" and where there wasn't a fresh pile of dog shit, there was a stain where some had been previously.
There were several Marmaduke dogs (I forget what they are called), a St Bernard and it's WAY too hot for that breed down in Alabama and he was covered with mud from head to paw no doubt rooting around to get cool, and then there was a big fluffy Shaggy DA looking dog, but she could have been an ungroomed standard poodle, I really couldn't tell. The house AND the yard was covered from front to back, and top to bottom with animal excrement, and when the little boy was told by moomie to "help her on the outside", then I should have expected the worst. The boy's "job" was (as he put it), "Mama wants me to keep you from stepping in dog shit". I liked this kyd, he was about 7 or 8 but funny and honest, albeit a bit embarrassed (and rightfully so) It took guts to maneuver that land mine o' shit, but he seemed like an expert, so I followed close behind. As I was stepping back to get a better pic, I stepped in a HUGE pile of doggie doo before he could warn me and needless to say it made me gag. I had intended to just throw the shoes away, but the little boy had already grabbed them and said he would clean them. I didn't want the kyd to go through that, but before I could stop him he was laying down on the pool apron and scrubbing the shoes IN THE POOL. He then assured me that this was "ok", because that's what they always do when they step in shit".
I will NEVER forget that house for as long as I shall live, OR it's smell.
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Re: Visit to a breeder home January 20, 2009 |
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kidlesskim
When I was in the real estate appraisal business, I probably went into 1000 single famblee dwellings or more during that time period. When they were breeder dwellings, not to be confused with childed PNB homes, they left an indelible impression upon my mind and I wish that I didn't have such a photographic memory because of the assault on my senses when I recall some of the worst ones. Breeder home trashiness crosses all socio-economic, religious, and racial boundaries and knows no limits. While there were plenty of nasty ones, the one which I affectionately refer to as "The Filthy Zoo", is still forefront on my mind.
It was a rather large house and I had remembered having appraised it about 2 years prior when it was for sale, vacant, and all clean and freshly painted. In record time it already had advanced signs of wear and tear on the exterior including some cracked windows, broken areas of the privacy fence, overgrown shrubbery, and some falling off window screens and shudders in ill repair. The garage was packed FULL of junk and was so crammed full that the door had to be forcibly closed in order to get a decent front view picture. It was obvious that they had done NOTHING in the way of maintenance since they had moved in, nothing. The interior, aside from being VERY junky with loose papers, take out boxes strewn about, dried food on plates so bad that if you picked up the fork, the plate would follow it, PILES AND PILED of dirty laundry, sinks overflowing in the kitchen with dirty dishes in varying stages of decay, and I don't have enough space to describe the bathrooms. Areas of the carpet looked more dirty than a grease rag at a garage, some of the bedroom walls (where they housed the kyds) had kiddie caveman crayon scribblings, one bed was saturated in urine and although I saw no visible stains, the smell was unmistakeably layers of old urine on top of fresh, much like the smell of an old wooden public men's urinal from the 1950's.
In addition to the kinder crap, the trash, and poorly cared for interior, they had 5 large exotic looking birds which were walking around the house and a couple were perched up on bookcases, etc....and there was more birdshit on the floors, furniture, running down books and tapes on shelving, on the TV, on the dining room table, etc........than would be expected from a day's collection from all of the pigeons combined at Central Park in NY. There were at LEAST ten cats living inside and I only ever saw 2 litter boxes which hadn't been changed in days, or perhaps weeks. Cat shit odor permeated the entire area and I am convinced that cat urine had soaked down into the carpet padding and possibly even into the very foundation itself. THEN we had the doggies which consisted of 5 or 6 little yappers, who were cute enough but didn't look clean or professionally groomed. I could pretty much tell that they were pure bred and that at least one was a Pomeranian, but beyond that it's hard to say. The BIG dogs lived inside AND out, or so it seemed. Floors and walls were "marked" and where there wasn't a fresh pile of dog shit, there was a stain where some had been previously.
There were several Marmaduke dogs (I forget what they are called), a St Bernard and it's WAY too hot for that breed down in Alabama and he was covered with mud from head to paw no doubt rooting around to get cool, and then there was a big fluffy Shaggy DA looking dog, but she could have been an ungroomed standard poodle, I really couldn't tell. The house AND the yard was covered from front to back, and top to bottom with animal excrement, and when the little boy was told by moomie to "help her on the outside", then I should have expected the worst. The boy's "job" was (as he put it), "Mama wants me to keep you from stepping in dog shit". I liked this kyd, he was about 7 or 8 but funny and honest, albeit a bit embarrassed (and rightfully so) It took guts to maneuver that land mine o' shit, but he seemed like an expert, so I followed close behind. As I was stepping back to get a better pic, I stepped in a HUGE pile of doggie doo before he could warn me and needless to say it made me gag. I had intended to just throw the shoes away, but the little boy had already grabbed them and said he would clean them. I didn't want the kyd to go through that, but before I could stop him he was laying down on the pool apron and scrubbing the shoes IN THE POOL. He then assured me that this was "ok", because that's what they always do when they step in shit".
I will NEVER forget that house for as long as I shall live, OR it's smell.
Breeders owning pets are the worst. Their houses are always beyond filthy.
lab mom
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