This is the 2nd morning I've woken up to doggie diarrhea on the floor. Yesterday morning was the livingroom. I cleaned it up, and husband had the job of shampooing the carpet when I went to school. Foulest smell in the world. This morning I discover it in the kitchen by stepping in it. Now the brainiac who redid this house put a lightswitch near the kitchen door, not one near the livingroom entrance. So when you get up you have to walk all the way across the kitchen to get to the light switch. I have a huge kitchen by the way. My house is pitch black at night by the way. Now that was fun trying to get to the light switch without making the mess worse by tracking it everywhere. Again with the horrid smell. It's Molly. I know she held it as long as possible. Molly simply refuses to go in the house under any circumstances. But I can't figure out the cause. She had some leftovers in her dish last night but it was just a wee bit of roast beef. And the night before it was just dog food. This is not a great thing when you already have to get up at the butt crack of dark, so you've cut your time down to the wire to get as much sleep as possible. Took me a half hour to clean it up. Soooo not a great start to the day. bleh!