After selling our spotless dream home, Jonathan and I thought we were leaving with nothing but good memories. That changed three weeks later when a letter arrived from the new owners, accusing our dogs of ruining the carpets and demanding \$10,000 in compensation.

We were stunned. Our pups, Muffin and Biscuit, were pampered and professionally groomed weekly. Before the sale, we’d done extensive deep cleaning—steam, sanitization, and duct work. The house smelled better than a spa when we handed over the keys.

The buyers, whom we nicknamed “Yoga Barbie and Yoga Ken,” claimed the carpets reeked of dogs and said the “toxic energy” disrupted meditation and hot yoga recovery. They insisted we pay for carpet replacement. Our realtor laughed when I showed her the letter, assuring us it was a baseless shakedown.

That’s when Jonathan remembered we still had access to the smart home system. With a mischievous grin, he adjusted the thermostat remotely—turning their nights into heat waves and freezing mornings. Each day, the Campbells called in outrage, convinced the house was haunted or malfunctioning.

They even hired technicians, burned sage, and told their yoga circle about “dog spirits” cursing the thermostat. At one point, Mr. Campbell slept in the garage, claiming his “masculine energy” was being attacked. Jonathan and I could hardly contain our laughter.

Eventually, they figured out how to reset the system, but by then, their peace of mind was gone. Mrs. Campbell later admitted she still felt a “presence.”

Our lesson? Never mess with pet lovers—especially ones who still control the smart home app. Sometimes karma just needs a little digital nudge.