A Scottie dog named Nessie sold me my house. The little devil ran ahead of us on our tour with the realtor and jumped up on the furniture in each room as if to say, “ This is the living room and I can perch on this silk chair if I want to.” And, “This is the bedroom. The kids who live here throw their clothes on the floor, and that’s OK.”
It was difficult to come to terms with the sellers. At oone point, I told the realtor to include the dog in our next offer.
I should add that “Nessie” inserted himself in EVERY picture we took of the house after ouroffer was finally accepted. Nessie stood for The Loch Ness Monster”.