So... I had an interesting dream.
I led a couple to see a large estate that was for sale. Something with a pool and enough room for their animals, I believe they had a few horses, but mostly they were enamored with a large, and dangerous, bull. Things changed however when we passed the playground on the property their young daughter would surely love and approached the existing stable area.
That was when I met the family pets of the owners.
They were horses, for the most part; giant beasts the size of a Clydesdale with thick curly fur and short manes. The most notable feature however was their feet. Instead of the powerful hooves you would expect of a horse they had paws the size of dinner plates which somehow allowed them to, when they willed, walk upon the snow and soft ground without leaving a mark. Perhaps it was a kind of magic, they were certainly intelligent enough for it and terribly tempered to boot -usually- as I understood it.
For my part however they seemed to have chosen me. Pressing in close around me, one white and one a storm cloud grey, inviting me to pet them and bury my fingers in their long fur. They were a pair, brother and sister, just as their owners were -the children of the house, the only people they typically liked or tolerated. So it wasn’t terribly surprising to discover that when the white mare blocked my way from leaving, they also had determined I should stay.
It appeared their wealthy mother might not be selling the large estate after all. The children would not allow it and there was something otherworldly enough about them to say that they would succeed in getting what they desired.
I’m still not certain what happened to the couple who had been looking to buy it.