WARNING: The title is pretty darn literal.
I came home from another marathon weekend shift and the smell hit me like a ton of bricks. Mister had pooped all. over. It was probably the most disgusting thing I've ever seen. I mean sure I pick up piles of dog poop, but this was more like a scene from a monkey habitat at the zoo then a pile from my 10 pound dog.
First things first, everybody outside, now! And try avoid stepping in it would ya? We did our usual potty walk in the rain Saturday night, Mister pooped again, and then we went home to clean up the mess. I locked both of them in Missy's crate so they couldn't get anything on them and I had a chance to re-group in general. I didn't need the two of them storming through the living room and bumping into me with my head stuck in a crate full of poop. ((I really hope you aren't eating breakfast or something right now))
I decided to just throw the crate mat away. It was that bad. Then washed the blanket underneath and cleaned the crate. He also managed to get it outside of the crate as well. My poor little Mister. I was running a few minutes late from work on Saturday. I had a chat with my weekend sports guy who I just throughly enjoy working with and we talked for a bit. I got home around 7pm instead of 6:40pm. But the thing is, I did come home in the middle of the day to take them out. Sure, we weren't out there long, but I thought that would help avoid what I walked into later that night. I was wrong.
This weekend shift is just too darn hard on my puparoos. Something has to give. In the meantime, I bet you're glad I didn't include any pictures.