If there is one guaranteed thing about selling real estate, it is that every day is guaranteed to be different from the past day. For example, a couple walks into my office a few weeks ago. They express a desire to own some farmland. Upon questioning them, I was able to learn they wanted an investment and felt the rate of return they could earn renting cropland to a farmer was profitable. Gently, I asked how they determined this to be so? Typically buyer will share much, but these two weren't willing to discuss much and wished only to take a tour out to the countryside and see some corn-ground. Given that they knew exactly what they were in search of; I did ask a few test questions. Like do you know how many bushels of corn are typical in this area per acre? I went on further to explain that maybe 125 bushel was typical, and this particular ground which they protested as to pricey a price... yields around 250 bushels per acre. While this other one over here, well, was very low and one most likely couldn't feed a goat on that one, which shall we see?
Nevertheless, we set off to see some cropland. Now there is not much to look at, as typically this type of land is very flat or rolling and not necessarily scenic. Yield is what you want to look at. If for an investment, that does count. It was a chilly, windy and a wet day, as we arrived at the first farm on our list. We each turned our separate cars onto a dead-end road. As we pulled in, out charges your typical farm dog. This dog was perhaps a year old, looked to be a mixed of Irish Setter and lab, very friendly. In fact he was overly friendly and an overly enthusiastic jumper. Within a few minutes of pulling in my car was quickly covered in muddy paw prints. Immediately, (I'll call him) Mr. Dozer set upon greeting my newly acquired customers as they got out of their car. They were both attired in stylish all black, designer clothing. Dozer was just so very happy to see them; he couldn't help but to lunged up, placing numerous mud-covered prints all over their expensive clothes.
There was no stopping Dozer, since farm dogs typically don't get a lot of company, the dog just kept dashing about in circles then charging full force towards them leaping with paws up and forward! I know that if you want to train a dog to not jump at your chest, you could raise your knee toward the dog as they leap, the dog then is greeted with the blunt end of your knee, which does not hurt them. Then you praise them and try to get the dog to sit down or stand on all four legs. Trying this was to no avail...the only thing that came of this, was the companion of the buyer thought I was, to my surprise, hurting the dog! Shortly after attempting to stop the dog from jumping on them they too jumped... but into their car and headed quickly back to the city. I was left to only guess that they had decided that investing in farmland was not exactly for them.
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Mary Strang is the Broker-owner of RE/MAX Hill Country Realty located in Viroqua, WI. Home to Organic farming, a small rural city population of about 4000 and a great place to live! Copyright © 2009 by Mary Strang. All rights reserved... "Paws First Realtor Second" Disclaimer: the blog post was written by Mary Strang is believed accurate but may not be guaranteed.

Dog gone it! I'm sorry it didn't work out for your city buyers.
Things happen, and for the best! thanks for reading
Mary --- I guess some days, you just cannot win.
Hello Liz that is certainly the way it goes.
Hello Carol you need to post a comment... LOL
Mary, just as well for your rural area, probably. City buyers tend to move in and then complain to high heaven about crowing roosters, the smell of manure, and the "cruelty" of raising farm animals or running rodeos, and try to legislate our rural lifestyle out of existence!
Laura: The ending was much longer, but I left out the parts of the lady crying over the dog issue, when there was not any harm done other then the muddy paw prints everywhere.
Us city slickers sometimes just don't get that whole corn/yield thing...maybe if you threw in the dog and the dry cleaning...and a latte...a biscotti...massage...oh well...send 'em here...we'll exchange a city mouse house and a country mouse house...blog on !
Sally, Ah Yes, a latte... but to get one was a 50 miles drive... could-a would-a,calmed her down and allow them both to see clearly that corn yield wasn't what they needed... too funny.
Some days you just can't win. If they were that persnickety perhaps "farm life" was really not for them. All was not lost, you got a great blog out if it!
:)