Poopy Day

Well, our Sunday could have started off better. Saturday, little dog couldn't poo, so hubby fixed him a special dinner of oatmeal, lettuce and olive oil. Both dogs ate up, went outside and then in their crates for bed. I don't know what time it was but big dog started chirping like a weak-battery fire alarm. Hubby got up, apparently big dog had pooed in her crate and wanted out, so she busted out. At 5 AM hubby put the tray from the crate outside and tossed a blanket in the crate for big dog to sleep on. The sun was just coming through the blinds and the chirping started all over again, and then the smell traveled into the bedroom. yuck! The baby gate and the door were closed, but big dog wanted in, so she made enough racket to wake all of us up. Number One Son woke up Hubby to tell him that Big Dog pooed all over the kitchen floor! Next time when little dog can't poo, Big Dog gets her regular food, poor girl, poor hubby, poor sleepy family!