Came home this afternoon from work and grocery shopping to find a smelly (and runny) pile waiting for me - starting from the end of the living room - into the kitchen - and ending in the dog's room at the back door. He looked underly miserable, and went immediately outside. Poor guy must have just been unable to hold it the 4 hours I was gone in the morning, and he knew just were NOT to leave it all. Such a gross way to come home. Such is the life of a dog owner.
"I'll clean up dog poop, but when it comes to kids you'd better help." Quote of the day from Jon.
(I could barely stand near the smell without gagging.)
A positive from the mess was we cleaned house like mad.