My dog sold my house!

My Dog Sold My House!🏠😬

I always knew my dog was smart. But I didn’t know he was real estate agent smart. Let me explain before you think I’ve totally lost my mind.

It all started when I left my laptop open one morning while I ran to make coffee. My golden retriever, Buddy, was sprawled across the couch, lazily eyeing me. He loves watching me type, like he’s trying to figure out what I do all day. Well, apparently, he figured it out a little too well.

When I came back, Buddy was sitting in my chair, one paw resting suspiciously close to the keyboard. I laughed, gave him a pat, and thought nothing of it. Fast forward two weeks later, and I got a call from a very enthusiastic couple saying they were “so excited about the listing.” I had no idea what they meant. Listing? What listing?

Turns out, Buddy had somehow opened my real estate app (which I’d been using to browse houses), clicked “List My Home,” uploaded the photos I had saved for inspiration, and set the price just low enough to spark a bidding war. Not only that, but the listing described the house as “pet-friendly, full of sunlight, with plenty of yard for zoomies.” I don’t even use the word zoomies!

At first, I thought it was a scam or a prank. But then I checked my account—yep, it was my profile. My house was officially for sale. And worse? It had already gotten five offers.

I managed to cancel everything in the nick of time, but not before my neighbor came over with balloons to “congratulate me on the move.” Buddy, meanwhile, sat proudly by the door like he had just won Dog of the Year.

Since then, I’ve enabled every security feature possible, and Buddy is banned from the laptop—unless he’s watching YouTube videos of squirrels. But still, I sleep with one eye open. Who knows what he’ll list next? My car? My Netflix password?

One thing’s for sure: if Buddy ever becomes a licensed realtor, I’m in real trouble.