The other day Rachel and I were leaving. It was raining and people were walking a small dog up the street. The dog was wearing a yellow raincoat. Rachel said "We need to get one our for dog." And I said "We don't have a dog." And she said "Yes, we do." She tried to come up with a name and after a few second she said "She lives in Marysville!" I had to tell her that Barkley's not our dog anymore and she said she was and then started to get upset. No wonder she's not had any problems with us surrendering Barkley to the rescue agency, she thought that the dog just lived elsewhere. I felt pretty bad about that.