Lazy Saturday and Sunday. Most of the time I lounged in bed with the dog. Gary was off working or sleeping most of the time. The only useful thing I did this weekend was Scooba.
At one point I let the dog off the bed while I went to the bathroom. And because I was doing a quiet thing, I could hear the noises in the house. The Scooba humming along. The dog scampering like he'd had a particularly successful bowel movement. More humming. More scampering.
When it dawned on me the dog was out to sabotage yet another Scooba, I vaulted out of the bathroom. Sure enough, he had mined the living room with two poops, the most recent one in the path of the Scooba. Luckily the Scooba moves slow, or I would have had to throw myself on the poop.