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Love Me a Little…But Just a Little

humping dog
This story made me laugh so hard that I spewed egg salad on the person who told it to me. The story involves a guy, a “frisky” dog, and a bath tub – the sellers’. At first I didn’t believe it could be true, but after checking with my dog’s vet, I found out it could have happened indeed. Just be glad this did not occur at your open house. But I would have given anything to have been there!

Not All Rules Were Made to Be Broken 

Jeff was hosting a Brokers Open at his neighbor’s house, which he had just listed. The sellers had recently purchased a new dog, a young German Shepherd, whom the seller left in a cage for open house day.  As Jeff was setting out listing sheets, he found it difficult to avoid the doleful eyes and the sad whimpering of the cute little canine. Although the seller had left directions that the dog be kept in the cage, Jeff, being a dog lover, decided to play with the dog briefly before his guests arrived. Having been a dog walker in college, he felt confident in his ability to control the playful pup.  Note: Jeff is a dolt.

Just as the first arrivals opened the door, Jeff  was putting Frisky back in the cage when the dog bolted. The other agents immediately closed the door so the little guy could not escape, but little did they know that they would become the victims of Frisky’s, uh, “excitement.”  (Cue the music from “Jaws,” please.) Frisky did not run away from the agents. Noooo, he ran toward them. With overwhelming energy. And urine spewing. And tongue dripping. And paws galumphing. And uncontrollable libido. For the agents, the excitement was just beginning. 

Getting a Leg Up on Things 

Frisky was a humper. An uncontrollable, undiscriminating, indefatigable, obsessive, non-stop humper. And did I say he humps? He humped the chairs, the sofa, every leg he could corner, the sofa pillows, the foot stool. He would have humped himself if he could have. Nothing was spared. The agent tried to gather him up, but the more Frisky was chased, the more excited he got. By now, more agents had arrived, and no one seemed to appreciate the affections of the little dog. If the amorous pooch had at least offered his victims dinner and a movie, he may have scored a few points, but Frisky believed in the direct approach of “I sees it, I wants it, I mounts it, and then I does it again.” (Note: He may have been Charlie Sheen’s dog, we’re not sure.) 

One of the female agents was gently pushing Frisky away when she yelped, “Ewwwe, he’s got an erection!” Well, it’s true, this happens folks. Now, we’re talking a big, over-grown, friendly puppy here, and this is a normal, healthy thing, so don’t be offended. But I doubt that this form of entertainment is part of Martha Stewart’s instructions on how to entertain one’s guests. 

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Nature Takes Its Course 

Jeff had no choice but to shoo everyone out of the house so he could take back control of his territory. He was obviously losing the pis__ing contest, so he decided he was going to let Frisky know who Alpha dog was.  As it turns out, it sure wasn’t Jeff.  Note: Jeff is more than a dolt, he’s an idiot.

Jeff asked a co-worker to pick up his signs, and he closed down the open house. After the last person left, he chased the dog into a corner and faced him down. Jeff gently picked up Frisky, threw him into the cage, and set about straightening the house. As Jeff wiped up urine puddles and applied First Aid to the assaulted pillows, he noticed that Frisky seemed agitated and was whimpering a bit. When Jeff decided to check on him, he noticed that Frisky was still feeling, well, “Frisky,” if you will. 

There’s a Solution to Everything…Though Perhaps Not a Good One 

Time passed, and Jeff wanted to re-open for caravan, but the plight of the little guy was too much for the sensitive agent to bear. He imagined himself in that situation, and decided that a half hour of “excitement” was enough of a good thing, especially by his own meager standards. 

Jeff, still harboring delusions of being an expert with dogs, removed the “alert” pup from the cage. He locked the door and then took Frisky into the bathroom. Speaking to Frisky in a soothing voice, Jeff filled the bottom of the sunken shower while he slipped out of his shoes, socks and slacks. Jeff then stood in the cool water with the dog while Poor Frisky cooled his jets, so to speak. 

Just when You Thought It Was Safe To Come Out… 

Jeff splashed cool water on the little guy’s privates and told him what a good boy he was. It was only after a few minutes of water therapy that the hair on the back of Jeff’s neck stood straighter than any part of Frisky had ever been. 

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Suddenly Jeff turned around, and there was the owner staring curiously at pant-less Jeff, squatting in a shower with friendly Frisky. His eyes went from Jeff’s pile of clothes, to the shower, to Frisky, and back again as he tried to make sense of the entire scene. Frisky was delighted to see his master, but Jeff was speechless, wondering how he could ever explain the series of incidents that had led to such humiliation and degradation…not to mention possible incarceration. 

Even a Pervert Can Get a Break 

After a few pregnant moments of silence, the owner keeled over with laughter. He explained that he had driven past the house to check out the activity and was worried when he saw the signs had been taken down. He also informed Jeff that the reason he had told Jeff to keep the dog in the cage was not for Frisky’s protection, but for everyone else’s. He assured him that it had happened once before, and that the vet said the dog was fine and that his prolonged excitement would not hurt him as long as it wasn’t too prolonged. 

For Jeff, however, the incident was ongoing. The next day at the office, he found a picture of himself with a smiling dog superimposed on his leg and the caption, “I give good open house.”  And after that, every time his neighbor saw him, he would call out, “Hey Jeff, Frisky misses you. He says you never call, you never write…”

Author’s Note: No animals were harmed in the re-telling of this story.  And Jeff is an idiot.

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I wear several hats: My mink fedora real estate hat belongs to Sotheby’s International Realty on the world famous Sunset Strip. I’M not world famous, but I've garnered a few Top Producer credits along the way. I also wear a coonskin writer's cap with an arrow through it, having written a few novels and screenplays and scored a few awards there, too. (The arrow was from a tasteless critic.) My sequined turban is my thespian hat for my roles on stage, and in film and television, Dahling. You can check me out in all my infamy at LinkedIn, LAhomesite.com, SherlockOfHomes, IMDB or you can shoot arrows at my head via email. I can take it.

30 Comments

30 Comments

  1. Anita

    June 26, 2009 at 2:57 am

    OMG! LMAO!! This was just too funny. Thanks so much for sharing. Who says life isn’t stranger (and much funnier) than fiction?

  2. Joe Loomer

    June 26, 2009 at 9:12 am

    Ok, checklist:

    1. See new Gwen Banta post – check
    2. Remove coffee, water, any other liquid from vicinity of computer – check
    3. Start to read post – check
    4. Go change underwear – check
    5. Continue reading post – check
    6. Clean off monitor – check
    7. Continue reading post – check
    8. Clean off monitor again – check
    9. Change underwear again – check
    10. Continue reading post – check
    11. Turn away for five minutes to catch breath – take baby aspirin as needed – check
    12. Finish post – check
    13. Wait 30 minutes – check
    14. Submit comment – check
    15. Change underwear again – check.
    16. Send link to all your friends – check.
    17. Explain why you told them to “have fresh undies handy.” – check

    Navy Chief, Navy Pride

  3. Joe Loomer

    June 26, 2009 at 10:39 am

    Forgot to ask where in the heyull did you get that picture?

    Navy Chief, Navy Pride

  4. Russell Shaw

    June 26, 2009 at 11:46 am

    So fantastic. Still laughing.

  5. Missy Caulk

    June 26, 2009 at 12:03 pm

    cracking up….

  6. Matt Stigliano

    June 26, 2009 at 5:11 pm

    Gwen – I was halfway through the story (still pre-pantless shower) and thought this was hilarious. When I hit the scroll bar to get the last few words in, I realized the story wasn’t over. I quickly started reading further and still can’t believe it. Best. Story. Ever.

    I fear for the day you run out of good stories as I’m afraid I may have to hang up my license in memory of the laughs I’ve had with you. Or perhaps I’ll show up on the Sunset Strip like so many others have in the past…looking for a fix, staying at the Riot House, and drinking bottles from Gil Turner’s.

    I hope something freakishly weird happens to me soon, just so I can share.

    PS An agent in my office had a scorpion drop on her head and into her hair last night while opening up a lockbox. How gross is that? I’m scared to show houses now.

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    June 26, 2009 at 5:22 pm

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  8. Gwen Banta

    June 27, 2009 at 2:39 am

    Hi Anita – Yes, truth is stranger than fiction…but nothing is stranger than real estate…especially in L.A. Thanks for checking in.

  9. Gwen Banta

    June 27, 2009 at 2:41 am

    Thanks for your support Benn and Sheila. I think for next week’s post I’ll interview the poor dog…

  10. Gwen Banta

    June 27, 2009 at 2:51 am

    Hey Joe – I am going to buy you some tidy whities so you can read in comfort. I found the picture on Flicker, and I couldn’t believe how apropos it was for the post. Somehow this story made me think of you. I can’t imagine why…

  11. Gwen Banta

    June 27, 2009 at 2:52 am

    Thanks, Russell – your photo is so jolly it makes me smile.

  12. Gwen Banta

    June 27, 2009 at 2:53 am

    Thanks, Missy – that’s lovely coming from you. I read your posts for knowledge – mine are for the kids in the school yard. And for Joe, of course – he and I have the same sensibility.

  13. Gwen Banta

    June 27, 2009 at 2:59 am

    Hey Matt – I am still waiting for you to show up on the Strip at any time. We can hang and do tequila shooters while discussing prime rates and FHA loans. Only you can verify the craziness I write about in my posts. Everyone thinks my ramblings are a result of a 70’s drug hang-over, but you can verify the madness.

    I am not sure I would want to deal with scorpions, though. The sharks in Hollywood are ruthless enough for my taste. Com’on back and check out the scene – drinks are on me. The ambulance fees are on you.

  14. Gwen Banta

    June 27, 2009 at 6:36 am

    RT @agentgenius Getting Caught With Your Pants Down | Real Estate Opinion MAG – AgentGenius https://tinyurl.com/nw7gox (via @tweetmeme)

  15. Matt Stigliano

    June 27, 2009 at 8:17 am

    Gwen – Who told you about the ambulances?

  16. Joe Loomer

    June 27, 2009 at 1:11 pm

    Sooo lemme see if I got this straight. You go on Flicker, and put in the search term “leg humping dog?”

    To test this theory, I go to Flicker, and get this message:

    “Flicker is down for maintenance due to a recent hacking attack. We will be back shortly.”

    This CANNOT be a coincidence. What exactly did you DO on Flicker after getting your legdog pic?

    Navy Chief, Navy Pride

  17. Gwen Banta

    June 27, 2009 at 6:41 pm

    I have that effect on most technological inventions, Joe. The hacking part is just a little thing I picked up while in the State Pen. You never know when you may run out of clients and need to utilize other talents…

  18. Gwen Banta

    June 27, 2009 at 6:44 pm

    You’re famous here, Matt. I still see sketches of you in the stalls in the Ladies Rooms. And you’re a hero to the EMT’s…although you may not remember those stories…

  19. Mack Perry

    June 28, 2009 at 7:03 am

    Gwen – Thanks for the laugh. There is nothing like starting the day out with a smile.

  20. Doug Lytle

    June 29, 2009 at 12:30 pm

    Reading: "Getting Caught With Your Pants Down | Real Estate Opinion MAG – AgentGenius" (https://twitthis.com/bxsn82)

  21. Kim Meyer

    July 19, 2009 at 7:52 pm

    Funny, Funny Open House Story..Enjoy! https://bit.ly/ds4lw

  22. Gwen Banta

    December 5, 2009 at 1:46 am

    @agentgenius Love Me a Little…But Just a Little https://bit.ly/77cPoN

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