My client this morning lives all the way out in the country, so when Tasha and I pulled into the gravel drive of a sprawling 70′s ranch home, we were like, ‘are we gonna get murdered?’

And then we saw it. Dogs everywhere. Dogs in the driveway, dogs in a pen, dogs in outbuildings. Dogs, dogs, dogs.

Turns out this client raises hunting dogs, and was more than happy to let Tasha and I pet ALL HIS DOGS. He patiently told me their names and characteristics. It was the best morning of my life, because I got to pet three dozen happy, healthy floppy-eared dogs, and made money doing so.