My Dog Sold His Doghouse to ‪BrodieThatDood‬!

My Dog Sold His Doghouse to @BrodieThatDood!🐶😬

I knew something was up when I saw my dog, Max, pacing around the yard with a clipboard in his mouth. He’d been acting weird for days—making phone calls on my tablet (don’t ask how), measuring the doghouse with a tape measure, and even barking suspiciously when I got too close. It all became clear when I overheard him say, “Yes, Brodie, it comes fully furnished… bones included.”

Wait—BrodieThatDood? As in the Brodie, the famous Goldendoodle with millions of fans? The influencer? The fashion icon? My jaw dropped. Max was doing business with a celebrity dog?

Apparently, Max decided his old doghouse wasn’t up to his “aesthetic standards” anymore. He said it didn’t match his new vision of “urban barkitecture.” So instead of renovating, like any normal pup, he put it up for sale—online. On Doglist, of course. And wouldn’t you know it, BrodieThatDood made an offer within hours.

The day of the deal, Max strutted out of the house wearing a bow tie and sunglasses. I watched in disbelief as a stretch limousine (yes, with paw prints on the side) pulled up. Out stepped Brodie in a designer vest, tail wagging in approval. They shook paws, exchanged squeaky toys as a peace offering, and sealed the deal with a slobbery bark.

Max handed over the tiny bone-shaped keys, and Brodie moved in instantly. He brought his entourage—three stylists, two pup-arazzi, and a personal puppuccino barista. Within an hour, the doghouse had been transformed into a luxury retreat: mood lighting, memory foam bed, and a built-in camera for Brodie’s livestreams.

Now Max is homeless—but thrilled. He says he made a “smart business decision” and is investing the profits into a new startup: Pawbnb, where dogs rent luxury kennels to vacationing pups. Meanwhile, he’s been crashing on my bed and refuses to leave unless I offer him freshly cooked chicken.

To this day, people still walk past our yard and gasp, “Is that BrodieThatDood’s doghouse?” And Max just smiles smugly, sipping his bone broth latte like he’s some real estate mogul. Honestly, I don’t know whether to be proud… or deeply concerned.

One thing’s for sure: I’ll never underestimate Max again. Next week, he says he’s “looking into crypto.” Heaven help us all.