My house seemed to be dirtier than ever this week, so while I was outside clipping up a dead shrub, the floor got Scoobaed.
I left the back door open so I could hear if the Scooba made any plaintive "I'm Stuck" sounds, and so the dog could come out.
He was out in the back with me for at least half an hour, until he barked madly at the open door. I couldn't figure why he'd demand we go inside, so I ignored him. Eventually he went in.
Some time in the next half hour I heard the Scooba stop, so I followed Mac inside anyway. Oddly, the Scooba didn't show any message, so I just toted it to the sink for more water.
"Strange. Why is there this mud on the side of ... NO! It smells like - Gross! BAD DOG!"
I looked back where the Scooba had been and saw half of a perfectly formed tootsie roll of dog poo. The other half had been smeared across the room. And, I am afraid, was ingested by my Scooba, which does not have a special 'OH GOD I JUST ATE CRAP" musical tone or screen alert.
The really scary thing was that based on the forensic evidence of poop splatter, the following was NOT the sequence of events:
- Dog comes inside the house with the malicious intent to poop.
- Scooba is just doing its thing.
- Dog poops.
- At some point Scooba randomly hits the poop speed bump.
If that were true, the poop would have rolled, or broken. Instead, it was obvious the poop had not had time to solidify at all before Scooba impact.
My damn dog wanted to move his bowels, saw an opportunity for evil, went inside, positioned and and re-positioned his but in front of the moving Scooba until he was able to lay out a line of poop directly in its immediate path.
So, the yard isn't clean, but the Scooba has had an enema and been put though a few extra passes to purge everything out.