 So anyways, I texted you yesterday, because my dog, Mel, was in, and she needed to get groomed. Right, right. And it was neat. It was time. Yes. Because I don't clip the nails. Do you clip nails? No. I'm like, never. No, leave that to somebody else. It's not my playlist, so to speak. So I called several places throughout the day on Saturday, trying to find somewhere to take my dog. You asked me where to take. I said, posh pet grooming. And I said, let it up. Posh pets. And what did I say? He said, that sounds way too bougie. I need something more like downtown dogs. Exactly. Spelled D-A-W-G-S. Yeah, exactly. Exactly.