I saw a little dog in diapers. I was driving down Roosevelt yesterday, and I had to stop. You know how, like, in Seattle, not every cross, like, not every intersection has a crosswalk, but there's an implied crosswalk, especially in, like, the high foot traffic areas. And so there was somebody trying to cross kind of this busy one-way road I used to live on. And so I, like, stopped and let her cross, and her little, like, I don't know, it wasn't a poodle, but it was some sort of curly-haired dog just trotting away with its little diaper on. And our old vet is right around there, too, so I'm assuming that maybe they were just done with a visit to the vet. But I've got to say, it was pretty cute, and I started thinking about it, because there's something comical about that, right? But then you're kind of like, but I mean, obviously, the dog needs it, and it's like, the dog doesn't feel undignified. The dog's just taking care of what needs to be taken care of.