 The dog, Ruby, who is usually, she's usually pretty quiet. She doesn't get too wound up about stuff. That poor dog went off like a foghorn. And I thought, goodness sake, what has happened here? So I got up to look. No, no big deal. 4.30 in the morning, the dog has gone off. Well, okay, you know, whatever it was, it skedaddled, it passed. Went out to water the containers out front, the planters.