Wait, sorry…what dog? What dog are you talking about? The brown one of course. I call her brownie. “Brownie”? Very original. And where exactly do you see brownie? In the garage den and the backyard, almost every single day. You do? I do. Every day? Almost. When? Usually the in the afternoon. It comes in the afternoon. SHE comes in the afternoon. How come I never seen her. I am here in the afternoons. Maybe she doesn’t’t want to be seen. But she does – you see her! Yeah, but I’m me and you are you and who wouldn’t want to be seen by me, anyway? Right. So again there are no more blackberries because, as you said the dog appeared and at them. Yes, all of them. What? Are you listening to anything I am saying? I have never seen a dog eat a blackberry. You have too! When…when have I seen that? Your forty five years old, surely you must have seen this by now? I have not. What? Really? Your a dog blackberry virgin? Yes, yes I am? How did you get to be so old and not see it?