Eww. We woke up this morning to our son telling us that the dog pooped in his room. H started cleaning it up and found that the dog had also hit his office twice. Apparently, she ate something that upset her and unloaded (more like sprayed) in the middle of the night. The downside of an old house is that you can't open half the windows because they are caulked and painted shut and Mister's window is one of them. So, our house stinks and I need to rent a carpet cleaner. A great start to my week of cleaning while on break and quite a Welcome Home from the dog.
(This post is dedicated to Pass the Zoloft. I know how much you love posts on poop.)