Inspired from a drawing by Everruler at https://www.furaffinity.net/full/20487253/

In a stately room where cracks appeared in plastered walls and cobwebs creeped, a tricolored dog being sat with folded legs upon a tiled wooden floor richly veneered in Art Deco outlines. His only clothing was his own; a pelt of painted white, golden tan and brown splotches. Large biscuit shaped ears splayed. Glasses strapped upon a muzzled face of tan and brown outlining outlining a canid gaze with a heart steeped in Vulnero injury, eyes scanning from floor to peeling tinned ceiling.

Above his head, was a dust coated mirror hung on a rusty spike. A beaded wood frame coated in crazed, faux gold paint. A silver, oval cyclops staring into an empty dining room. Upon the floor in front of his wounded gaze, lay the multipaged document with it's inked signature page.

He should have had a long consultation with his financial advisers before signing. Being raised in the lean Savannah had not prepared him for the vaster jungle beyond when Fortune and Money landed in his tailed lap just a few years ago.

The words of the lady still running through his head. A border collie of roguish charm and grace had taken him by the arm, skillfully guiding him from room through room. Up and down bannister stair cases missing many an upright rail. An estate overlooking the crest of a rocky isle in Maine. A Summer mansion from the last century. Her dark eyes flashed hypnotically while a toothy blue merle smile spun tales of gracile canids promenading in this very room during the roaring 1920's. An opulent palace of leaded glass, Art Deco and nouveau wealth hosting many a memorable Mid-Summer's Eve laced with the chords of a string quartet.

Her words and hypnotic collie stare gradually herded him towards the Deed. Where a signature confirmed his ownership of a mansion in dire need beyond what a lick of paint could do.

A kiss on his nose, a lick of sincere thanks and the tail wagging real estate agent had departed. Leaving the painted dog seated alone in the vast room.

"Dog Damn it. I've been corralled into buying a friggen Money Pit."

And the Nightmare had just begun..