You Have Got To Be Kidding Me!!!

WARNING: If you get nauseous or easily grossed out read no further! For those of you continuing to read, I apologize in advance for the content but this ACTUALLY happened to me today! This morning started out quite nicely. Joe said he could manage the dogs by himself on the off-leash park trip so I could catch up on some sleep. I heard the rain right when I woke up and was thankful I did not have to get soaked to start out the day, although I was sorry Joe had to go out in it. Joe left Colt and Tyson at home so I let them follow me around the house as I started to get ready for the day. While Tyson and I were doing our makeup in the upstairs bathroom, Colt wandered downstairs and eventually found his way back up. I thought nothing of his little trip downstairs because he sometimes checks out the house before laying down for awhile. When I finished getting ready in the bathroom I brought the boys downstairs with me to let them outside in the backyard to go potty again because a terrible smell was coming from one of them, or so I thought. As I turned around after closing the back door behind the boys, I saw it!! A giant pile of Colt's poop staring me in the face. This was the cause of the offensive smell that had caught my attention. Both Tyson and Colt are thoroughly house trained and they NEVER use the bathroom in the house, unless of course they are severely ill. Then I remembered, my Doberman Biscuit would never poop outside in the rain! Colt must have been holding it in because he didn't want to get wet!
When my Doberman Biscuit and I moved to Kirkland before Joe and I got married, Biscuit adjusted to our new home fairly well, except for the lack of a covered area in the backyard. Biscuit was not a fan of the rain, especially going potty in the rain. While living in Kirkland, she would stand with her front end in the house and her back end hanging out the back door and proceed to potty on the patio because she so strenuously objected to getting wet. One night in particular stands out in my mind because she took me to a level of anger, frustration, and finally admiration that I had not yet reached. It was a particularly stormy night and I knew right on schedule that Biscuit needed to poop at 7pm. We headed out to the backyard and it was raining, so after a half an hour standoff she refused to poop and I allowed her back in the house. We tried again each hour until bedtime. She refused to go so we went to bed and I hoped for the best. She woke me up each hour pacing and whining for the door. We would go outside in the rain and she would NOT do her business. I ended up spending the whole rest of the night outside in the rain waiting for my dog to poop without success. Finally by 5:00 am I was so cold, exhausted, and frustrated, I threw her in my truck and drove to my parent's house (they have a deck that shelters part of their backyard from the rain). I let Biscuit loose in their backyard under the deck where she IMMEDIATELY took a large poop and ran in and curled up in their living room and went to sleep. I had to admire her at this point, she knew what she wanted and got her way. I followed her example and curled up on my parent's couch and slept.
Back to today, Colt's enormous pile in the living room unfortunately is not where my story ends. After scolding him for his mistake and extensively cleaning the living room, I went about my day and was off to work. Upon returning to the house, as usual I let all three dogs out in the backyard to go potty and burn off a little energy running around together. The rain really started coming down so I let the dogs back in the house to play. I started doing some chores when a disgusting smell crept into the kitchen. It was the same smell that caught my attention in the morning. Colt did it AGAIN! I was mildly irritated at this point, we did not spend so much time house training him while he was young to have some new issue crop up. I started to disinfect the living room for the second time when I looked in the kitchen and saw Whiskey pooping in there! I went from irritated to a little mad at this point because all of the dogs had just been outside where the poop should have taken place! I corrected both dogs, finished cleaning, and started to cook dinner. I thought I was going to die of shock when that familiar smell crept back in to the kitchen, this time it was Tyson! He had pooped all over the living room that I just finished cleaning! I had to laugh, what are the odds that all three dogs would have accidents on the same day in a relatively short period of time? None of the dogs are sick, I can only attribute all of the pooping in the house to a collective aversion to wanting to go in the rain. I had to put cooking on hold to clean the living room for the third time today. I corrected Tyson and played with the dogs until their bedtime. The house was finally quiet and I returned to the kitchen to finish cooking. When I entered the kitchen I promptly slipped in a puddle of pee Whiskey sneakily left for me and I hit the floor. So now, not only did I have to clean the kitchen for a second time but I, myself required cleaning!