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There's supposed to be a gate at the top of the stairs that's kept up so the dog can't get down there. The dog is old, I mean he's 17 in human years. Multiply that by seven and see what you get. It's well over 100 years old. And he's a little dog and he's always been good. But lately he has no control over himself. I mean just like an old man wouldn't if he were over 100 years old. When he wants to go out, if there's no one immediately there to let him out, he's going to crap in the house or he's going to pee in the house. He's got no choice. I'm sure he can't hold his bowels at that age. I'm 100% sure about it because he's a good dog. He's not just intentionally being dirty. So when I went in the house or when I went yesterday morning to continue doing laundry, my brother said, be careful. He said there's a little stain on the rug. He said I cleaned it up but there's a little stain on the rug by the door. He said just leave your shoes on. So I left my shoes on and I said, you know, how was he able to get down there? He said, my brother said, well, my niece didn't put the gate back up at the top of the stairs. And when she was in and out last night smoking until 5 o'clock in the morning. So I mentioned it to her. I said, niece, could you please put that gate back up? Because my brother's not well either. He has multiple sclerosis and he is very overweight and he has trouble even walking because of his MS. And he had to get down on his knees yesterday morning on the floor and clean up after the dog because my niece didn't put the gate back up. So I just very politely said, niece, could you please put the gate back up and if you notice that it's down or if you're going in and out of the house with that, she jumped up out of the living room chair, got right up in my face yelling and screaming, calling me a piece of shit. Man, what she didn't say to me yesterday. Spit flying out of her mouth, man, it was disgusting. And I lost a lot of respect for her yesterday over the ass. There's no way to treat your worst enemy, let alone your uncle, for no reason, too. I mean, I just said, could you please put the gate back up? You know, I said, you know, your uncle had to be down on his hands and knees scrubbing what never would have been there if the gate had been up. She lost it, put the house on rails, throwing stuff around, flipping furniture over. She just went berserk for no reason whatsoever. And my dad said if there's much more there is from her, she has to go. Because now with my mom gone, my mom used to be a buffer for her crazy antics. Let me reset.