My dog, this past spring, we went on a family vacation to Tennessee. And you know how the hills of Tennessee and in the mountains in the Gatlinburg area are very tall. So you have like the three stories and then the giant cliffs off the side of the houses. Oh, geez. Well, my dog, we thought the window was closed. The window was not closed. This dog did a full-blown sprint through the window and hit the tin, like the metal roof, slid down the metal roof thinking it could probably grab it and just felt plummeted off the ground, off the roof. Oh, my God. And immediately, immediately your mind goes, oh, my gosh, my dog has died. It has hit a branch. It has hit a stick. And you're afraid to look out the window. This dog was up running around like, hey, what happened? Oh, my God. There was, I mean, it was a straight shot. It's like an inch or two the other way, that dog would have definitely been unveiled.