Kaylee Uncrated: The Kaylee Chronicles (2024)

17/03/2024

I need this. It literally has my name all over it. But Mommy said no.

She said I don't need it, and what would I put in it anyway? But that's easy -- I would put treats in it. Lots and lots of treats. I would stuff it so full of treats, it would barely zip closed. And then I would carry it around and feel rich, because look at all the treats I had there, just for the taking, just for the Kaylee dog!

But I have no treat bag with my name on it, and no treats. I'm feeling sad and misunderstood. And treatless!

I may need to start an Amazon wish list:
1) Kaylee treat bag
2) Lots and lots of treats
3) MORE treats
4) Bonus extra treats!
5) Maybe a back up treat bag because...Melina

24/12/2023

It's that time of year again -- our tree is up, the smell of yummy treats is in the air, there are bags of gifts everywhere, and I'm pretty sure I saw a stuffed alligator hidden away on the top of the bookshelf! The gifts and the tree and the treats all come together on Christmas morning, which is always super duper fun! But Mommy says the most important thing isn't the treats or the tree or even the alligator. Rather, she says, it's a time of year when we strive for peace on earth and good will towards mals and non-mals and even cats (but maybe not possums, especially if they are in your yard scaring your big sister). She said the world is struggling to find peace and people are struggling to love each other, and for Christmas, and always, we need to work harder to love and be kind to each other. This is easier for dogs than humans, of course, but we need to set an example for the world! So...hug your Mom and/or Dad...maybe even let them have more than six inches of bed space. Play with your sisters, and don't make a snarky face when they try to steal your toys. Smile at strangers when you go for walkies. Chase a lizard but let him get away. Kiss a cat (they taste really good, but remember, no biteys, only licksies!). Maybe even don't eat the possum (though you should tell your human when you do this, so they can reward you with extra treats for being so good!).

May your Christmas be merry and bright and filled with love and joy and treats and stuffed alligator friends, and may 2024 bring you all your dreams come true!

23/11/2023

So in the backyard possum wars, the score is Kaylee one (won), possum zero (lost)!

As a fierce maligator, it's my job to protect my backyard from sneaky hissing creatures, especially those that terrorize my sisters. I have been tracking this one for days. I told it that this was private property and it needed to stay away OR ELSE, but did it listen? No! it kept coming back, scuttling around with impunity, freaking out the malidors and Emma Cat, too. It even came right up onto the deck to our door, and that was NOT going to happen, not when we have Maligator Protection Services on call 24/7 around here!

So the past few nights have included some hunting, barking, screaming, chasing and stuffing my nose under the fence as much as I could to give it a good what for. Look at those fence-scrapes on my nose -- I was INJURED protecting my home and family!

They say possums are peaceable, and I tried peaceful negotiation, and plenty of warnings, but this possum was not a pacifist. It squatted on our property and screamed and hissed at us -- even Lexie, and Mom says NO ONE is allowed to pick on Lexie! And it was so brazen, it tried to chase US rather than the other way around, which is the natural order of things. And then it went right up onto our deck like it was going to come into our house and live here, and we don't need any hissy things moving in. I mean, if we wanted a hissy thing, we would get another cat. Not that I would mind another cat, but Mommy says we have a full house, and anyway, cats are fun to play with where this possum-y thing was not. So I chased it away, but it didn't want to go away. It screamed, I barked, a lot of noise happened.

After that, the details get a bit fuzzy, but when Mom called me in, there might have been a dead possum in my mouth. I was proud to show Mom what I'd caught, but surprisingly, she did not say, "What a GOOD Kaylee dog! What a brave, fierce protector you are! Would you like a cookie, or maybe a steak dinner?"

Instead, inexplicably, she said, "No, Kaylee! Drop it! Leave it right now and come here!" And THEN, when I dropped it and came right now like the great good dog that I am...she put me in a CRATE!!! I can't even! I am just too unappreciated for words sometimes!

She said she had to go out and get rid of it, which makes no sense, because I'd already done the hard part and was happy to handle clean up as well. I mean, a late night possum snack seemed like a fine idea, really. But instead, she went into the yard by herself, and by the time she let me out again, it was gone. I sniffed up and down and all around, the place where I left it by the stairs to the deck, and everywhere else. I even sniffed my sisters' mouths. But sadly, it was gone for good.

Still, there could be others, so I will continue to search and prowl tirelessly, stalker of the night, guarding my home, as a brave maligator must (especially when she has two less-than-courageous half-mal sisters who just hide inside when critters try to take over our yard!).

I just hope Santa was watching. Despite Mom being surprisingly unappreciative of my hard work and fine hunting skills, I'm sure Santa understands. I mean, he probably has a pack of mals guarding the North Pole, right? With all those toys, he'd need to have a good security system, and let's face it, nothing beats Malinois Protection. Especially protection from THIS malinois, the fiercest, baddest, bravest maligator in the whole wide world! And adorable to boot!

So, Santa Paws, if you're watching, you should know that I've been an extra good hunter/protector this year, and I have the fence-scraped nose to prove it, so could you bring me an alligator friend and maybe some lizards to chase? And also a steak tree so I can have steak whenever I want it. And please tell Mom to stop putting bacitracin on my nose because it makes me look funny, and it feels icky. Thank you!!

Your faithful maligator friend,
Kaylee

P.S. I am moving the crate closer to the fireplace. If you happen to accidentally "fall" on top of the crate and break it while you'e coming down the chimney, I would greatly appreciate it. I am, after all, Kaylee UNcrated, and this crate is messing with my juju. Thanks again!

14/11/2023

So today, this happened. Mom talked about getting an Uber Eats account for my sister Lexie AND NOT KAYLEE!!!!

Can you believe it? Stark, naked favoritism!

Later, she said she was only joking, but I don’t believe her!

Also, *I* want an Uber Eats account!! Because sometimes I get hungry when it’s not breakfast or dinner time. And also, also, I know this is going to shock and horrify some of you, but I don’t get lunch! Totally abusive, right? Sure, I get breakfast, and dinner, and sometimes second-dinner if we eat dinner too early, plus late night eggs or sardines, and bed time treats, and usually a pre-breakfast treat or three (but I only get that because when Melina gets up early to go out, Lexie follows Mommy into the kitchen and insists that Mommy grab some treats for those good dogs who did NOT wake her up early, which, of course, includes the perfectly perfect Kaylee who doesn’t get up early because she needs her beauty sleep – though as an agreeable dog, I am willing to allow my sleep to be interrupted for the occasional treat!). But I never get lunch. Or take out. In fact, when Mommy gets take out, sometimes she doesn’t even share! Outrageous, right?

So now I’m thinking about how if I had an Uber Eats account, I could have lunch whenever I wanted, and I could even have chicken, which none of us are allowed to have because Lexie can’t eat it (which, again, is SO unfair!). But I’m a generous dog, so I could order burgers or steak instead of chicken. Or maybe a whole roast turkey with stuffing, that would be yummy!

Or maybe quiche…wouldn’t a nice bacon and cheese quiche make for a lovely lunch? Not that I would know since I NEVER GET LUNCH!! But if I had free access to take out, I could not only have lunch, I could enjoy made up meals, like brunch. Or cocktails. Or even afternoon tea with little sandwiches and scones. They probably make ham scones, right? And what about midnight suppers, not to be confused with dinner, as those would be two separate meals. I mean…the possibilities are endless!

Mom says I think too much about food and that I have to watch my weight, but I don’t, actually. My weight is fine, thank you very much. Like me, it is perfectly perfect and delightful and doesn’t need watching at all. Though I am never opposed to more exercise, if it involves walkies, or even better, chasing the bunny at lure coursing. Or chasing Emma Cat. I would chase an indoor cat if I had one, but I don’t anymore, which is very sad. I wonder if I could order one on Uber Eats.

No, don’t look at me that way, I don’t mean a cooked cat, silly, I mean a play cat. The kind you chase and chase until it jumps onto Mom’s lap and yells “Oly-oly um-free!” and then everyone gets treats! I used to have a cat like that, but he’s gone. And the only time I get to chase Emma Cat now is when we get home from someplace and I jump out of the car before Mom can grab my leash.

So…for those of you thinking, what can I get for Kaylee dog for Christmas, such a wonderful, fun dog who surely deserves holiday gifts from all her friends, fans and readers (certainly more than Lexie or Melina, who don’t even WRITE a blog!)…I leave you with this: I could use an Uber Eats account, and maybe a picnic basket full of picnic lunches. And a cat who likes to run. I think you can probably order one on Amazon. I tried, but Mom changed the password again.

Please and thank you!!

21/09/2023

Mommy says I'm the most beautiful maligator she's ever seen (and of course I agree!), but in my newest portrait, I am ARTISTICALLY beautiful! I feel like they captured the REAL me -- not just my natural charm and charisma and day-to-day adorableness that everyone so enjoys, but also my quieter, more serious side, and the hidden darkness in my soul (it's HARD to be a malinois surrounded by silly, water-loving malidors!). Kudos to photographer Cammi Shaw for capturing a different and little-known side of this multifaceted maligator!

28/08/2023

So I spent National Dog Day mostly sitting in a crate in Connecticut watching my sisters go dock diving. First of all, I am Kaylee UNcrated, so while I will occasionally deign to sit in a crate during a car ride for safety reasons, six hours of driving round trip to basically sit in a crate and do nothing is not my idea of a fun way to spend the holiday!

I get it -- water is my sisters' thing, it's almost the end of summer, and they really, really love it, so I try to be tolerant of these occasional weekend events. They also sometimes have BBQs at these events, and Mom has started buying me a hamburger -- only for Kaylee, NOT for the other dogs -- to try to equalize things. But it's still hard sometimes not to have a bit of middle child syndrome here. I mean, why couldn't we spend National Dog Day doing what *I* like to do? I like to do lure coursing, not dock diving. Granted, I don't think there was any lure coursing going on anywhere yesterday, but did anyone even check to see?

And then, to add insult to injury, I hear Mom on the phone with my Grandpa today and he says, "I see your dogs did great and won lots of ribbons yesterday. So, does the brown dog do anything?"

WTH????

I was actually speechless! Beyond speechless!!

Um, first of all, I am NOT a "brown dog." My coat is a gorgeous, rich mahogany with blonde highlights and a black mask. I am stunning. Everyone says so.

Also, I have a name. It is Kaylee, or Kay-Kay, or Special K. I even answer to Kaylee-Cakes for my Mom. NOT "the brown dog." That makes me sound ordinary, and boring, and nameless. And...brown!!! Which I am NOT!!

Also, also...I DO lots of things! I lure course. I can chase lizards up a palm tree in an instant flat, and sometimes even catch them in mid air! I can redecorate the yard. I can eat the bees so they don't scare my Mom or my sister.

I can chase Emma Cat the pretend feral cat so she can get some exercise, which she needs since everyone on the planet stops by to feed her! She's a FAT cat (not to be confused with a Fast CAT, which is NOT what she is -- she is a slow, fat cat, and I only don't catch her to be polite -- where a Fast CAT (the lure coursing kind, not the kind that sits on our Amazon packages) is what I should be doing on National Dog Day, as that lure coursing is my thing, yet for some reason, Mom and my sisters are fixated on that stupid pool sport).

I have raised my sister, the little dock diving champion, who would probably not even still be living here if I hadn't trained her! I am the best puppy raiser ever!

I also put forks and plates and food and fun things I find in safe places (not to be confused with "hoarding" which is a pejorative term that does not AT ALL describe what I do!).

I can write blogs, protect my baby cousins, play nicely with children and make friends with anyone on the planet.

I am the smartest, fastest, prettiest, most helpful and nicest maligator on the planet, yet in one sentence, I was reduced to just "a brown dog" who "doesn't do anything." Oh, the pain! The hurt! The outrage!!

I need a new marketing person. I need a reputation manager!!!

And clearly my Mom needs to take me to my grandparents more often so they can get to know all the special and unique things about me. They think Lexie walks on water (and again, what is the water obsession that this whole family has???), when, like most middle children, I'm the one who holds everything together around here.

Please send compliments and treats to help soothe my wounded ego. I don't think a single BBQ hamburger is going to do the trick this time!

28/06/2023

A happy memory from my puppy years! Rambling, gambling, doing the casino boogie! Luck be a mali tonight...

03/06/2023

Mommy says we are freeloaders and this picture is proof. But I say no — as you can clearly see here, I’m only taking a momentary break before I spring into action! Well, if she takes out the chips. Can’t waste energy springing into action if there are no chips to fuel my efforts, right? My sister, on the other hand, well, she might be a freeloader. She does look a bit lazy in this picture but maybe there’s a laziness filter on it. Or maybe she looks like a derp because she IS a derp. And really, she’s as likely to eat a loafer as be a loafer, so there is that. I’m resting up for camp because it’s coming up fast — and it sounds so much better when you use maligator terminology, as in, “Kaylee is a unicorn mal with a great off switch!” There, mom, I fixed it for you! What’s your excuse for not helping with the mommy chores?

03/05/2023

It’s my Gotcha Day — yay for me! Eight years ago today, I found my forever home. This is when Mommy adopted all or part of me (there is some debate here, as when Mommy wants to mess with my paws or cut my nails, I tell her my paws were not part of the adoption but Mommy insists it was a full-dog adoption, paws and all).

Overall, things have worked out well (even though I STILL don’t have the indoor/outdoor doggie door I’ve been asking for for the last eight years), and I love that I have not one but TWO doggie sisters, plus dog cousins and an outdoor cat who I occasionally get to chase. I don’t have any indoor cats anymore and I miss them, but mommy says we have a full house and are not royally flush. I don’t quite get understand this, as I’m sure I am very royal — a queen among malinois, to be sure — but maybe we aren’t flush because Mommy keeps the house cold so my sister Lexie won’t pant. She is almost 14 so she pants a lot, especially on walks when it’s warm out. I don’t pant much, even though I have a long, thick and beautiful coat that keeps me very warm in the winter. But I prefer fall, which is perfect for lure coursing or chasing squirrels, so probably I am not flushed, even though I am totally royal.

So anyway, we celebrated today by playing flirt pole, which is my favorite thing, and then I had a special home cooked meal plus some of Mommy’s salmon, and then she let me lick the container (Lexie was SO bent, but it’s MY Gotcha Day and not hers, so I get to lick all the containers and I don’t have to share at all!). I also got sardines and some cheese, which made me nostalgic for the squeeze-y cheese I used to love as a puppy. I probably still love it, and I think Mommy should bring me home a can so I can relieve the happy cheese memories (but not the puppy-living-on-the-street memories!).

It’s good to have a Gotcha Day, especially if you get Gotcha’d by a family who gives you lots of love and sardines and flirt poles and good sisters to play with. I wish every homeless dog would have one. As you can see from my baby pictures, I was utterly adorable, even as a previously homeless puppy with mange, which just proves that there are wonderful dogs out there waiting to have their own Gotcha Days. Granted, THIS amazing, talented and adorable malinois is no longer available (unless you have an awful lot of cheese, and maybe a backyard lure coursing set up!), but you can find a pretty great maligator of your own, just waiting to be Gotcha’d. So go celebrate my special day by adopting your own adorable pupper — you’ll be glad you did (and you can thank me with a can of squeeze-y cheese!)!

31/03/2023

Trickery! Sad to say, my very own sister has been duping me, taking advantage of my love of the great outdoors. It's just not right!

Going in and out and in and out and in and back out again has always been one of my greatest pleasures, as I like to keep an eye on my yard (and as a bonus, making Mommy get up every half hour to be my personal butler is good for her health!). I don't mind going out alone, but of course it's more fun to go outside with someone.

So lately, I've noticed a strange trend. Every night around midnight, my big sister Lexie goes to the side door and barks to be let out. Being such a great sister, I immediately stop whatever I'm doing to run to the door with her. Most of the time, Melina follows as well. Except when Mommy opens the door for us, Melina and I go out...and Lexie doesn't.

It seemed odd, but I never gave it much thought because, hey, I was outside, and outside is fun, right? There are night animals, night smells, sometimes some dirt to be dug up or a random plastic bag that flies over the fence and needs to be chased...it's all good! Or WAS all good, until I recently discovered Lexie's lamb-smelling dirty secret. It turns out when Lexie doesn't go out, she is actually staying inside to get a special EXTRA can of food! In fact, she DELIBERATELY tricks us into going out so that she won't have to share that bonus can. How awful is that???

I told Mommy that it was wrong and unfair, and I should get an extra can, too, but Mommy said lately she worries that people might mistake me for a coffee table, so no extra food for me. I have to say, I have never been so insulted in my whole life. I mean, that is SO unfair! First off, I don't look ANYTHING like a coffee table! I am FURRY, not fat, and only a human could mistake the two! Also, if we shared the can three ways, no one would get fat, because it's not a very big can. And giving bonus food to Lexie and not Kaylee is pure favoritism, and I am only a fan of favoritism if *I* am the favorite! Which I should be, because I am clearly the best maligator ever to walk the earth. I mean, I'm outside guarding the family home and what is Lexie doing? Selfishly chowing down on a can of food that I should be sharing! SO wrong on so many levels!

Mommy says Lexie is old and too thin and needs extra food, but that sounds like a scam to me. It's not MY fault she's too thin. I don't ever steal her food and I hardly ever even steal her treats. Practically never, in fact. Well, unless she's not looking. Her vision isn't so good anymore, but if she doesn't see the treat and I do, that's not really stealing, right? And why does being old mean you get extra food anyway? I'm eight, I feel like that should be old enough to get extra food, too! Also, big sisters shouldn't be tricking little sisters. The whole thing is just wrong! Mom is always like, oh, poor Lexie, she's old, she's too thin, but to me it just sounds like age begetting treachery! I would NEVER do that to Melina. Well, unless it was really good food, liked canned steak or something!

I am going to stage a protest. I will stand in the kitchen and not leave until I get my own bonus can of food. I told Mommy, and she said she hopes no one mistakenly puts a cup of tea on my back.

Ah, the sarcasm I must deal with! Hungry, misunderstood and denigrated...the sad and sorry life of a maligator. I may have to start up a GoFeedMe account, and if I do, I won't be sharing with anyone!

14/02/2023

Truly, no one appreciates talent anymore! While I've always been the most clever maligator in the room (and on the planet at large), last night took the cake. Or the peanut butter, as the case may be.

Mommy was eating peanut butter on rice cakes, and while I'm not a huge fan of rice cakes, pretty much anything tastes good with peanut butter. So I was sitting with my sisters, waiting for her to feed us some, and occasionally she would break off some teeny tiny pieces for us. But it was such a LONG wait, and we were only getting tiny pieces, mere crumbs. Not once did she give us a whole rice cake with peanut butter, or perhaps a heaping tablespoon of peanut butter, which is what we deserve, being the best good dogs and all. I mean, it was SO unfair!

So we were sitting there, waiting patiently for crumbs like poor, starving street dogs, and Mommy was writing and kept forgetting that her purpose in life is to take care of us and feed us treats, not type away on a silly computer. Especially because I was HUNGRY, having had dinner hours and hours and hours ago. Well, two hours, maybe, but it felt like a long time. The peanut butter jar was in her lap, and once in a while she would take a rice cake and put peanut butter on it, but you could tell she wasn't really into it. Which I can understand because let's be honest, rice cakes aren't all that exciting. But the peanut butter smelled SO good. And the pieces she was giving us were SO small.

And then she got caught up in her writing, and I had a moment. Just like that, I went from feeling hungry to feeling clever, like the most clever maligator that ever lived, it was like I was channeling my inner ninja dog. So I snuck right in there, and oh so delicately, like the master artist that I am, I removed that jar from her lap and sauntered off into the bedroom with it.

Stealing (as Mom calls it) or relieving Mom of an item that's truly meant for me anyway (as I prefer to see it), is a two-part process: getting the jar so gently that she doesn't even feel it, and then acting normal in the retreat, which can be hard to do with a jar of peanut butter hanging from your mouth. The trick is not to move too fast, not to act suspicious. But I am SO cool, I turned around so smoothly that Mommy even saw my tail swish as I left the room -- but she never noticed what I had with me! Cool hand Kaylee! Or cool mouth Kaylee, I guess? My sisters were so in awe of my incredible nerve and talent, they didn't even rat me out! And Mom never even felt the jar disappear, that's how good I am!

I got several minutes of good licking in before she went to make another rice cake and noticed the jar missing. Then she noticed ME missing, and the jig was up. But by then, I'd had plenty of luscious peanut butter -- yum!

Mommy said, "Kaylee, how COULD you?" and then said I was a THIEF, like it was a bad thing! But let's be honest, it might technically have been theft, but if I can take it right out of her lap, that's on her! She's the human, she should know better. Also, if she hadn't given us such small pieces, and hadn't taken SO LONG between bites, I wouldn't have had to help the process along.

Frankly, I'm a bit disappointed that she didn't compliment me on my grace and ingenuity. I mean, I wasn't grabby like my baby sister Melina, and I didn't bark and demand things like my older sister Lexie. I just gently...removed the object of my desire from her lap, where it was languishing unwanted anyway. Plus, I took the whole rice cake thing out of the equation, which no one really likes anyway. Best of all, that whole jar has now been designated Dog Peanut Butter, so everybody wins! Yay for Kaylee! Yay for peanut butter! And no icky rice cakes to detract from the fun!

20/12/2022

So it's that time of year again when Mommy wants to use her gorgeous and adorable maligator and sisters as unpaid labor to model for her Christmas cards. I am a very generous Kaylee dog, so normally I go along with this (especially since there are always treats involved!). But so far, we still haven't found photos we all are happy with. Here are a couple of outtakes that Mommy thought were cute but I definitively nixed. I mean, seriously, Mom? You can't even see my perfectly pointy ears! Bah, humbug (and there better be steak involved for this special brand of torture!)!

11/08/2022

So here’s a thing that seems kind of unfair. Mommy and Lexie and Melina and I went all the way upstate to Bainbridge, to something called a Qualifier, where Lexie and Melina jumped in the pool a bunch of times and I sat in the air conditioned car. They got ribbons and everyone made a fuss, and then they got invited to something called Regionals. I should point out that no one even asked me if I wanted to jump in the pool (I did not, but they could have at least asked!), and no one gave me any ribbons, even though I was the best car sitter there.

The trip wasn’t a total waste, because we stayed in a hotel and got Pizza Hut (sausage for Kaylee! Yay!). But I still feel like I should have gotten ribbons.

Also, I feel like I should be invited to Regionals. I mean, I’m going to go anyway – it’s four hours away and I’m not sitting home for 14 hours by myself – but I should get an actual formal invitation, don’t you think? My sisters both have them and posted them on FB, but none for Kaylee. And no one even thought about how that would make me feel. SO unfair!

I told Mommy I’m the neglected middle child, and she said I was being silly, but am I really? I think not! No ribbons, no invites, and only the sausage off the pizza to ease my pain. It was good sausage, to be fair, and I totally got extra since Lexie isn’t allowed to have sausage and Melina is only the #3 dog. But it barely made a dent in the bottomless pit of my despair for living in a home where everything is always about the pool-loving black dogs and not about the beautiful, sweet, adorable orange dog who is perfectly delightful, even without jumping in the pool and getting her pretty coat all wet!

Mommy said I can have an extra walk tonight, just Kaylee and no one else, which is a good start, but I feel I need more. Like, shouldn’t she hire me a personal chef, or take me on a private lizard chasing vacation or something? How do I convince her that I should be the #1 dog and get more stuff? Do I have to jump in a pool to get ribbons and invitations? Because that seems like a lot of work and I don’t really want to.

I’m pretty sure I should get ribbons and invitations just for existing. Because, you know, being a Kaylee dog is hard work! If I weren’t here, who would take care of the almost-empty potato chip bags? Who would eat flies that get into the house, and chase Emma Cat, who would spend her whole life sitting on Mommy’s Amazon packages and not moving her lazy butt if I didn’t help her get some exercise? Who would patrol the yard, dance with the tomatoes, lick the watermelon plant leaves to make sure they’re coming along okay and keep Melina in line? I told Mommy how I felt, and she fed me part of her roast beef sandwich and said, "I know, my sweet Kaylee, have some roast beef and you'll feel better." Which I did -- who doesn't feel better after eating roast beef, right? But I still don’t know if she fully got it.

Like, some days, I feel so unappreciated, I just want to run away from home. But it’s a quandary: My food bowl is here. Also, all the treats. And my bed. Plus some bones that I have hoarded away so Melina can’t steal them (and if I ran away, she would TOTALLY steal them!). And Mommy is here, and I love her, even though she has this weird obsession with pools. So basically, I want to stay here, but with more ribbons, and more roast beef, and personalized invitations to everything. Especially the roast beef. Like, I want a certificate that says, “Darling, talented, adorable Kaylee Dog, you are hereby invited to a Roast Beef Feast, where every bite of roast beef in the refrigerator is yours and only yours. And when you finish, we will award you with a ribbon!

I need to think about how to make that happen…

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