I once had to do some 'troubleshooting' at a pub.
Effectively, it meant doing a full inspection of the place to figure our why it didn't make a fucking penny. The landlord they installed had a massive fucking Rottweiler that he allowed to roam freely around the bar and kitchen. The living quarters above the place were over two floors, and provided a foul odour to the rest of the place. The upper floor was left for the dog to use as its own free area and the whole thing was plastered in shit and the floor boards soaked in urine.

2 years down the line and the building had been demolished for flats to be built.
( Muns, Fri 20 Dec 2013, 13:49, Reply)