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Yeah, and I can understand that. Yeah, my sister had a service dog and a big holly and great dog, absolutely great dog. And then he got old and and other things happened, so it wasn't another dog in the future. So yeah, it was good to try to remember the name of the dog. I think I told you about him before. Great dog, absolutely great. This is repeated. I don't remember the name of the dog now either. But the main thing is, you know, once a dog becomes trained in this kind of field, they do a really good job, but they've really got an in-tune behavior for it, then hey, all the more. But I'd rather have a dog versus the cane any day. And plus, I'm you know, I'm one of those who's, I'm a little rough on my canes, especially if for some reason I suspect the car won't stop right off the bat, then the tip of my cane is probably going to be in somebody's radiator. But I have not ruined a cane like that in years. So, and JR saw my last cane and said, here, use this. So I did. He ended up handing me another cane because he said my other one was bent too bad. So he switched it out, which I thought was nice of him.