 I can't drive. I'm not a particularly bendy, flexible guy that's suddenly just getting myself dry in the shower without having to do something. I've got to figure my way around this. And then the whole time I'm thinking, I'm going to step over. My foot's going to hit the floor. It's going to slide out from under me. I'm going to die. Luckily, as you can tell, I didn't die. You're here. But Annabelle also did not move. Let me tell you, man, she just sat there. She watched me walk over, and she was just like, well done. I appreciate that, Dad. That's the joy of owning a dog. She's trained me. I haven't trained her.