Fences

Leaving Gateway Nationals all aglow!  Sienna received another Rally title, Indigo had another leg toward his grand champion title, Fiamma earned her championship title and we had another baby, Roux.  As we hitched the trailer it was obvious that fall was waning and that pixie sprite Jack Frost had arrived to announce Ole' Man Winter would soon come calling.

We unloaded and winterized our "Long, Long Trailer"; tucking it to a long winters slumber.  As we pulled out of the storage area I have to admit to certain remorse; similar to that last look inside a home before you close the front door for the last time and move into a new house that is not yet home.  Home is where the memories are made and our trailer was like that for us. Dog shows, campfires with Hobs and friends, trying to maneuver over sleeping poodles laying on the floor in the middle of the night and adventures that are now scrapbook memories.

It wasn't long and just as Jack Frost had heralded, Old Man Winters brought bone chilling cold and lacy white flakes began floating on the unseen wind.  Poodles love snow and they were oh so excited to spend time outdoors in cold, white back yard.  Roux, was experiencing his first winter and embraced all this newness with the enthusiasm that only a poodle can show!  Leaping to catch those flakes of ice, twirling on hind legs that would make any ballet dancer jealous and tumbling over each other in their excitement.  Bringing in 4 poodles with legs covered in small snowballs and slippery feet was a new, unrewarding experience!  Remember the scene in Bambi as he slides legs splaying out on the frozen lake; imagine 4 poodles on my kitchen tile floor!  What a circus it was!  I soon realized that having 4 poodles is a whole new family dynamic!   

Winter was long and cold; I was beginning to think that nasty Ole Man Winter had Spring in a dungeon!  It was April before the snow melted into little streams that traversed my back yard on its was to the creek deep in our woods.  In my desire for Spring to arrive I neglected to consider the ramifications of all that melting.........mud!  Poodles love to run and chase each other and before the ground froze; my four Poodles managed to create a dirt race track what once was a lush lawn!  Now that the thaw was here, my race track was now a mud wrestling pit........what a chore every time they went out and came in.  A bucket ready by the door and a towel hung from a hook.  It was paw/leg washing several times a day and I have to say I was always wet and mud covered by the end of each outing!

As we lay in bed one night I turned and whispered to Rob, "Fences".  Now our lot is .75 acres and 1/3 acre is fenced in; that being the grassy area with woods beyond.  What I was saying in that whisper was we needed to fence off an area just for the dogs and leave some of the yard intact for grass to grow!  We enjoy playing bocce ball, croquet, badminton and soccer with Hobs; the wasteland created by the Poodles was no longer our playground.

Over coffee the next morning we planned our attack, it was military strategy time!  All we needed was army green helmets and khaki's to complete the look.  Rob, an architect, had his graph paper and ruler; laying out the dimensions of the yard with precision.  After several drafts of different schemes we had one that we both could agree on!  Like war.....it was treaty time!

With our blueprint plan in hand, off to the hardware store we went.  Hardware stores are like going into a labyrinth; you never know when you will get out!  After several hours and dollars later we emerge into what is still daylight.  Load up the SUV with, posts, cement bags, sand, and yes fencing.......TADA!  

At home we lay everything out according to Rob's drawing; don't even think an architect will allow you to change their plans.......

The Poodles were all lined up on the deck, head looking over the lattice, curious as to what their humans were up to now.  An audience watching a stage play couldn't have been any more attentive! 

Placing posts, spacing them on the grid, digging holes leveling posts and pouring in concrete was quite the task.  In our treaty we had arrived at a 4' high, green (I thought it would blend into the landscape better) wire fence;  I compromised from 5' due to an impasse in the negotiation. After several hours of placing posts we took a break and admired our handy work......seems we do that a lot....admire our work :)  Picked up our tools and waited for cement to harden; yes it like watching paint dry! 

The next morning we began the process of attaching fencing.  Our audience had grown from 4 Poodles, 2 Yorkies and a Pomeranian to include our hens!  They stood in their out door pen, heads tipped to one side and watched, with a few cackles thrown in, as we unrolled THE FENCE.

This process was slower as it required me to pull the fencing tight as Rob attached it to the posts.  Cowboys had nothing on me, except for the hat and the chaps!  I realized about 1 1/2 hours into it; that I really needed to build upper body strength!  My arms felt like a bowl of cherry jello......cherry for the red of my skin from the sun.  By the time the fence was all in place, I looked like a gorilla with my arms dragging on the ground, scraping my knuckles!  Okay, they weren't stretched like that BUT felt like they were!  Once more my hubby, stepped back to admire HIS handy work.....while I went inside to soak my tired, sore body in a Epsom salt hot bath!

Rob finished the gate and Voile' the dog area was complete!  Now for a trial run......drum roll please........we opened the gate from the deck and the Poodles barreled into the back yard.  If they had tail lights ...... hmm just envision that.....funny right!  well anyway they put on the brakes, stopping short of the gate and stood there......the race track was blocked!  It was so funny because in unison, 4 Poodle heads swiveled around to look at us.  If they could have spoken it would have been, " What have you done!  Open that gate this minute!"  Never mind that they still had 1/3 of the yard still to themselves and we had a pool for them to play in.  Nope.....the grass is greener on the other side of the fence.....as they say.

Fences do make good neighbors.  I now have a grassy lawn to walk barefoot through, the dogs have the Poodle pen with a new race track and pool and I would say everyone is happy.

Ooodles of Poodles

The Premier event was like putting gasoline on a fire!  Rob and Indigo were a hit and Indigo earned his UKC Championship title during that weekend.  Rob was oh so ready for the BIG time now.....we call it balloon head!  He was in his groove and ready for the next big venue....Gateway Nationals at Purina Farms.  It is held the last weekend in October and is a major show on the UKC calendar.  I have to admit; Purina Farms IS an amazing place, visit or show it doesn't matter, it is a first class facility all the way. 

I had picked up another new poodle puppy at Premier, so she would be ready for her debut at Gateway Nationals.  So looked like we were planning another BIG, BIG Adventure!  We shared the news with Kay, my sister, who had come to Premier with us.  I was hoping she would join us on the Gateway event; I think the Kalamazoo or Bust was enough adventure for her.  She graciously declined.  Our friend, Kathy, who was Indigo's breeder, was happy that we would be joining her and Nicole (her daughter) at Gateway.  

Gateway Nationals is also a fun event; the UKC sponsors a costume contest and encourages people to decorate their grooming areas in a theme.  This got my artistic juices flowing......Rob and I tossed around ideas like tennis balls all of August.  We wanted to do it all!  Show, Decorate, participate in the costume parade and do Rally.  Oh and we were picking up another puppy from Kathy at the show too!  Actually.....I think we are little cuckoo! Being relatively new to this whole sport, little did we know how much that was to bite off!

The month of September was crazed!  Our son was back in school and sports, we had a new puppy, 2 poodles that needed to get ready for shows and rally obedience and I was giddy with excitement about my new 'little man", Roux.  Who I would pick up at Gateway.....yup certifiable! With all those ribbons and titles that hang on my office wall, their should be a BIG sign that says "Poodle Addict!" at least according to my son that is :)  Plus I was working on my creations for Gateway.....costumes and decorations for our grooming area!  My usually organized office had been turned into a Frankenstein Laboratory!  Fabrics strewn about, paints and cardboard mixed in with tulle and fabric fragments.....yes it was quite frightening!  I believe Rob thought, like Herr Doctor  Frankenstein he had created a monster.....only I don't have screws in my neck, nope they are just loose!

September was closing its last chapter; cool nights gave us the glories of Red, Russet and yellow leaves.  That scent of a bon fire burning somewhere in the neighborhood and dried corn stalks that rustled in the wind.  I love fall!  The colors appeal to my artistic nature, the harvest is coming to a close and sweatshirt weather is upon us.  It also meant we were oh so close to the dates of the Gateway Nationals.  Panic mode began to set in.....the peplum jacket I was making for myself with no pattern since I was creating something their wasn't a pattern for; when I tried it on was too small!  Self loathing sets in at this point......could I lose 5 pounds before Gateway? or do I just take it apart and remake it?  Being a woman, of course I would love to lose those five pounds, however practical I knew that there was no way that would happen!  Besides I eat when I'm stressed and YES, I am stressed!

The concept for the grooming display was a large 36 x 40 diorama.  Did you every make a shoe box diorama as a kid?  Well a shoe box and a 36 x 40 box are two different animals!  Great ideas sometimes take a lot of planning before they become a working model A......ask Henry Ford!  It took awhile to find the right box, painting began, then cutting out my figures and the background ...... that I gave to my hubby to create.  I still was working on the costumes and he is very artistic too, so he gladly designed our 'stage'.  He did a magical job!  Eerie and hauntingly beautiful all with the Van Gogh feeling.....I added a few touches of glow in the dark paint and VOILE' the painting was complete!  We found some strobe lighting to add to the effect and we had our diorama.  Rob was quite pleased with the effort but then dropped the bomb.....How were we going to transport it to Missouri?  My thoughts raced, 'Did I put the cart BEFORE the horse again?'  Rob measured the trailer door and we would have to un-assemble the diorama and put it together there.  Crisis resolved BEFORE I had a heart attack!

I swear that there was smoke coming out of my sewing machine the last few days before we left. That saying, "Pedal to the metal", well it certainly applied to my poor Shark sewing machine. Whirring away late into the night......good thing it can't charge overtime!

October 24th dawned.....grey skies and chilly as we loaded the last of the items; yes the diorama was one of those items, into the trailer.  Dogs in the back of the SUV, hugged our son, waved as we pulled out of the driveway.  Once again, the trailer was road bound; Missouri here we come!

My theme for our display and costumes was.....OOdles of Poodles....but of course!  I wrote a prose, read it outloud and my son put it to music that would play automatically as people passed our diorama. You can listen to it below.

Gateway Nationals was everything and more then we expected.  Perfect weather, great poodle people and showing at Purina Farms amazing indoor arena was almost as good as Madison Square Garden to us!  The days were longer then usual due to the large class sizes, rally obedience was never on time and it seemed that grooming went on and on!  

The silver lining was Roux!  He was more adorable then I ever imagined!  Kathy had also brought a couple of his siblings along for the journey.  He shared a kennel with his sister, LE and his brother, Dodge.  Poodle puppy mosh pit!  Roux,stole my heart in an instant and it's been that way ever since!  Sorry, rabbit trail......here's a picture....cute, right!

We were done showing and I was anxious to get into character.....oh the theater!  Somewhere inside of me is a Lillian Russel just bursting to be released!  We hurry down to the trailer to get ourselves into make up and get the dogs dressed......did I say dressed?  But of course its a dog show costume parade!  We get into our costumes, we'll get the dogs in theirs at the arena and make our way back to the event.  The looks we received were priceless and put us all the more into character.....that of the ghostly dead!  I have to admit at this point of the night I felt ghostly dead......I had begun another round of chemo earlier in the month the side effects were being.  I probably didn't need the white face make up because at this time I felt white as a sheet.  We enter the building to stares and fingers pointed our direction.  It would be awhile we were told until the contest would start.  'Oh Great!'  more waiting........after around 1 1/2 hours of waiting around I was done......really done in.  Rob went to tell the coordinator we were leaving and explained the situation.  I was extremely disappointed.....all those days of labor and creative endeavor!  But I really needed to lay down.  As we headed back to the trailer, out comes running the costume parade coordinator...."don't go!  We are going to start! "  Rob looked at his drooping wife and begins to decline.  I put my hand on his arm, "The show MUST go on!" I whisper with a hint of smile under white/silver lips.  

The costumes were amazing at the event.  So many people had put in much thought and effort to create their theme and carry it off.  I would not have wanted to be the judges.  After the parade around the ring, to the sound of laughter and applause the judges deliberated on their winners of 4 categories: Funnest, Scariest, Look Alike and Breed Specific.  Anyone who knows me or if you read my blogs, you know that I am a tad bit competitive......hard to believe I know. You can guess that I really wanted to win in the scary category!  The poodles did so well in their ghostly, hooded costumes and it wasn't easy to walk in those either!  But ever the Poodle spirit they did it!

It was time to announce the judges winners..........insert drum roll...................Oodles of Poodles for the Scariest Costumes!  I would have been more thrilled but I was really dead by this time....no enthusiasm left in my bones.  We received a free photo shoot that would also be in the UKC Bloodlines magazine.  Rob scurried us over to get our picture shot so that we could get back to the trailer, get out of these hot costumes, eat and go to bed.  

As we relaxed in our lawn chairs, watching the dogs in their outdoor pen and just enjoyed the cool night air the stillness was interrupted by the sound of a farm tractor going past our trailer. Behind it was a hay rack filled with families laughing and enjoying their experience.  Suddenly as they pasted us I could hear them yelling.............................                                                                   "LOOK!  It's the OOdles of Poodles!" and applause broke out!

Hmmmm, I never did figure out how they knew that was us!

Kalamazoo or BUST!

After months of preparation it was time to take our trailer on the road!  We were headed to Premier Dog Show (UKC's largest event) in Kalamazoo, Michigan.  We had invited my sister, Kay to come and experience a dog show with us.  Anticipation ran high the morning of June 13th, 2013; Rob had loaded the last item into the trailer; our grooming tub and the door was shut.......ever sat on a suitcase to snap the locks shut....that was us...pushing on the door to get it locked!  Okay, not really but it looked that way from all the stuff we had shoved in there!

Everyone climbed into the SUV, Kay was sharing the back seat with Sienna and the other poodles were snug in their kennels.  Rob started the engine and slowly moved forward, our loaded to gills trailer moved in line behind us.......we were Off!  Energy filled the air of the car, Kay was excited to finally experience first hand a real dog show.  Rob and I were floating... to show at Premier!  Dreams come true!  Rob was showing Indigo for the first time.....their coming out soiree!  

Miles ticked away and we settled into a rhythm in the car.  Kay reading magazines and sharing tidbits on occasion; Rob and I chatting about our excitement and nerves.  It's a seven hour journey from our home in Iowa to Kalamazoo, MI.  The hardest part of the trip is the Chicago traffic and merging the two major interstates there.  You can tell as you get near Chicago, traffic builds, lanes increase and the cars drive faster.  This was our first experience maneuvering in busy traffic with our 28' trailer in tow.  Everything seemed smooth, and then the road conditions changed!  We went from smooth ride to a wash board!  Car and trailer bouncing up and down! Rob slowed but it only made it worse.....cars flew by with their horns blaring!  Rob speed up and it continued.......your teeth chattered and no one could talk without sounding like you were talking into a fan!  There was 20 minutes of wash board road and I kept envisioning all that stuff crammed into the trailer.....bouncing everywhere.  I could see my cabinet doors flying open and all my new corelle dishes shattered on the floor or my refrigerator doors popping open and all that food smeared everywhere!  Nightmare!

Rob was thinking that we had a problem with the trailer and was anxious to pull off.....but where! There isn't any place on the shoulder with room for all 46+ feet of car and trailer.  Besides you've seen the debris of rubber tread along the interstate.....NO WAY was my declaration!  Keep going it's not the trailer or our car; I had observed, semi's were bouncing too.  Rob reluctantly kept going....Kay sat nervously in the back seat, trying not to get sick......she'd been snacking for the last hour.

As we merged onto I-294 the rattling stopped!  My eyeballs were still bouncing in my head but we could finally talk with out the vibration of our voices.  Now it was time to find a place to pull off.  All that jarring ..... time to walk and have a potty break for dogs and humans alike!  The perfect spot gleamed before us......Bass Pro Shop!  Huge parking lot, green space and bathrooms!  Such a site we were.....gingerly getting out of the vehicle, our feet numb from the vibration of the past 20 minutes...........It's like walking on a pin cushion!  Everyone, dogs too had to stretch and have a bite to eat.  Refreshed.................

On the road again!  Only 3+ hours to go........Kalamazoo or BUST!  Kay was to be our, happy hour planner for the camping trip.  She shared as we drove her menu and her anticipation of all she would see and experience there.  Just as we crossed the Michigan border there was road construction, slowing our journey and the extending the arrival time.

"Anticipation is part of the journey', Kay was saying...................BANG!  THUMP! THUMP!  I quickly check my mirror................."Pull OVER NOW!" I scream to Rob.  Kay is panicked as she can see in my side mirror as well.  Our tire on the trailer had exploded!

Rob slowed and pulled off quickly.  I jump out to survey the damage.....no way were we going anywhere!  I looked around......of course we are in the middle of no where!  Traffic whizzed by....Rob made his way to the back and looked bewildered at the tire.  How did it peel off like that?  Now what!  Kay climbs out and says, 'I have AAA!'  She should have been wearing Victoria Secret Angel wings and a halo at that moment!

She gets on her cell and calls the 800 HELP number.  Explaining our blight.....what?  they can't help!  We need RV coverage, which she doesn't have!  Ever resourceful sisters, she gets tow truck information and I call AAA and sign up for the RV coverage!  Yes, we killed two birds with that stone!

While we are waiting, once again that light bulb goes off over my head in the cartoon bubble. We have a spare tire!  It's under the cover on the back of the trailer.....we just need a jack to put it on.  Problem.....it's buried under dog kennels in our car.  As we debate what to do, the traffic continues to stream by.....no one stops.  What happened to good Samaritans!  I'm sure they saw that trailer flat and the wife said, 'Keep moving!  GO..GO! Don't stop!'

Actually the tow truck arrived within 30 minutes, not to bad!  They took one look and said, 'Well we have good news.  We can get that flat changed in 10 minutes!  Bad news is......ALL your tires are rotten!'  WHAT!  No WAY!  'yup', the man in suspenders states.....and he shows us all the cracks in the rubber.  'Those are the original tires.........lasted a long time too', he says with awe.....well that's a matter of opinion! 

Now what!  We only had one spare.  While the one guy changes the tire the other tells us, 'Well these here tires are special order.  Only a one place you might be able to get them and its the RV store 1 1/2 hour up the road.'  Great!  Kay goggles the address and phone number, while Rob pays the tow truck boys.  Climbing into our wounded rig.....what do we do?  It's hot and the rubber on the remaining tires is rotten.  Russian Roulette ........ there weren't any options at this point.  So I make the profound statement to "Drive S-L-O-W!"  Rocket science right!

You could have heard a pin drop as we made our way; snail pace, down the interstate.  At the first rest area we pulled off to cool down those dang tires.  Walked around the trailer, Sherlock Holmes had nothing on our eyes of observation!  Heads together.....'does that crack look bigger?'  While we wait for the tires to cool, the dogs get a shade break and I call ahead to the RV store looking for tires.  First place........no sorry we don't have that size in stock....special order only we can get them in a week!  My mind screams....'NO!'  next shop.....same reply.....special order and we can have them on Monday.  "Wait!  that works!  I'll take them!" I excitedly tell the salesman.  Now to break the news to Kay and Rob.  

Rob had nothing on Desi with his response!  "Monday!  Monday!  We still have to get to Kalamazoo!"  In my best Lucy interpretation I spin my idea! "We'll drive really, really slow to Kalamazoo.  Do Premier and when we leave on Monday, we will just swing by and have them put on the new tires!"  Voile'  Do you know that, 'You have lost your mind look!'  That was the look I got from both Rob and Kay.  Like that red head.....I WAS determined!  I am going to Premier, and nothing was stopping me!  Not those old rubber tires!

What should have taken 3 hours to drive took us 5.  Every bump in the road you could hear us gasp in a breath.....then exhale when no tires blew!  Pulling into the Kalamazoo Expo Center was like reaching heaven!  We made it ................... ALIVE!

Pulling into our campsite, climbing from the car..... we all wanted get on our knees and kiss the ground!  We made it!   Kalamazoo..... or BUST....took on a whole new meaning!

Long, Long Trailer (continued)

Ah yes, we own a trailer!  Rather like Desi and Lucy we were ignorant on what all that truly meant!

We sign the papers, held out our eager palms and await the keys dangling above to drop.  The feeling of those keys, you remember that first car.....I know you do!  No one forgets that moment.....roller coaster thrills course through your stomach......it's mine!  Then of course comes the roller coaster drop.......the add on!  The very nice sales men takes into the show room.....yes they have those too :)  inside is all the things every new trailer owner wants and maybe doesn't need but we don't know that yet!  

I am Lucy!  Oohhing and aahhing over every item.  "I'm sure we need these awning lights!   Oh and that cure sign to hang by the door!"  Then comes the BIG TICKET item......sway bars and trailer brakes!  Now if you have seen the movie, 'The Long, Long Trailer',  you will remember a glazed eye'd Desi trying to remember the trailer brakes!  Rob had that look, as the guys tried to explain why we needed sway bars and those trailer brakes....sweat began to break out.  I knew we were in trouble!  Wisely putting down my armload of accessories, I walk over to hear the sales pitch on sway bars.  After hearing about wind movement and semi trailers swaying your vehicle I couldn't get those bars fast enough!  Who knew there was so many options in towing packages!

We arranged to have the towing features installed and left.  The balloon of excitement now deflated....what were we thinking!  Hauling 28' of trailer behind our car, that would be loaded full of Poodles.............we must be certifiable!  At least that is what my husband, like Desi thought!

The day arrived.....tow package installed....check.  Now onto the class of 'How to do......everything trailer 101!'  I wisely brought our video camera to record everything, lest we forget some important item.  We also brought, our son.....the techie guy to help!  

Roll camera................class begins.  I had a list of questions after watching you tube videos....smugly I thought I was prepared!  NOT!  We start inside the trailer with the panel that shows tank levels, then onto fuses, how to drain the pipes, use the air & heat, TV antenna, DVD, Radio......he lost me at fuses!  Outside, it really got complicated!  Hot water tank valves, gas or electric, yada, yada......he was sounding like Charlie Brown's Mom to my ears! "Woah..woah.."  

It got really bad.....'Desi bad', when it came to backing up the car hooking up the trailer and those dang sway bars!  Rob's eyes reminded me of those cartoons with the big white eyes in a dark cave!  No REALLY!  I knew better then to try to talk to him at this point, it just wasn't going that well.  He made about 5 approaches to the trailer and was off every time........finally we had touch down!  He and Hobs (our son) hooked up the trailer to the car via instructions from our salesman now instructor.  "Okay," he says "Now take it for a drive".............OMG was he kidding!  Rob looked at me with .....terror in his eyes.  We all climb into the SUV with the 'instructor' in the front seat with Rob.  We had laughed so hard at Desi in that movie........now it didn't seem so funny!

We slowly pull out of the lot and on to the street..............in the back seat I am praying.....no really I am!  He takes Rob down a dead end road where he practices those trailer brakes and backing up.  After 15 minutes of practice, the instructor announces "okay, that's it!".  He gets out and we are on our own.  We all just sit in the SUV, looking back at that 28 foot monster behind us......I can safely say we all wondered if we would make it home in one piece.

That was the slowest, most stressful journey home!  No one spoke......those darn trailer brakes kept jerking the whole car and trailer.  People honked at us as we crawled the 50 miles back to home.  Rob's blood pressure, had I been able to take it, was at stroke level!  Just as we pulled into our town, we felt a sigh of relief......the worst was behind us!  We were all alive and we had DONE it!

Let me just say that the statement above was way, way premature!  In our ignorance is bliss moment.....we had forgotten that the trailer had to be BACKED into our driveway; which is on a very busy street!  As we approached home......you could see light bulbs above each of our heads going off......driveway!   Rob pulled the trailer over and Hobs and I got out to direct traffic.  The neighbors began to collect on their lawns and front porches.  I seriously thought they were going to get out the popcorn and lawn chairs!  Now, my blood pressure is rising......nothing like having an audience in your most vulnerable moments!  Desi, took out Rose bushes and a trellis in the backing the trailer scene of the movie..........What was Rob going to do!

Rob made his approach, swung the trailer toward the drive entrance and then away (just as he was taught), pulled up and then began backing.  I was in the driveway, trying to direct him.  I really needed an orange vest and flashlights like they use at the airport for guiding planes....that trailer looked the size of a 727 to me!  Off the edge of the drive the tires go!  I'm yelling "STOP!" "STOP!" as the trailer tilts to one side!  Rob pulls forward again.  Now remember we have, neighbors watching and traffic stopped and let me tell you those folks in the cars, were none to happy!  Rob tries again, same result.  At this the people in the cars are really steamed!  I walk up to the car and suggest, in my sweetest voice, that maybe he should go around the block and try again!

Off Rob goes and a stream of cars passes us, glaring like we had held them up from winning the lottery!  Rob has to make about 3 trips around the block before he is able to get that big ole' trailer lined up and finally makes it into the driveway.  What is interesting is the neighbors don't come over until AFTER our Dutchman is asleep in the drive!  Then they have all kinds of suggestions!  Really!  I had a few suggestions of my own, but managed to keep them inside of me, while I gave my poor hubby a big "Rah, Rah" cheer of encouragement.

That night, with the trailer tucked away, we sat and watched one more time.....'The Long, Long Trailer'.  This time that movie had a whole new significance!  Lucy and Desi......move over here comes Karen and Rob!