The poor guy, though. I make a horrible wife. But he was supposed to fix stuff around the apartment. I have to stop this. Over. Done. Almost just went to pick up an old dog. The lady thought he probably was too feeble to go back and forth from city to country. If there's an old dog, an easy one, that wouldn't mind the car, that would be in threat of euthanasia, then I might end up with a dog. Rats are nice. They poop too many pellets. Easier to use snack bags to pick up after a small dog.