I've spent the last two mornings cleaning up after the dog. She's having some sort of bowel problem. I don't want to gross anyone out with the details, but I'm beginning to think that she's got the same infection she had a few weeks ago. That'll mean another trip to the vet and more doggie antibiotics and anti-inflamitories. I'm really hoping that I'm wrong. I figure we'll give her until Monday; if I'm still cleaning smelly messes up off the basement floor every morning we'll take her in again.
In the mean time, I can say that at least one area of concrete slab in my basement is cleaner than I've ever seen it. And the dog is learning how to tell me when she's had an accident. "Uhhhhh, Mom. I pooped..." She clearly said this to me this morning. Ok, so she didn't speak it, but she did tell me with her actions that I needed to go downstairs and check it out. That clued me in, and it was a welcome clue since the sooner I get to the mess, the easier it is to clean up.
I hope your weekend doesn't start with you having to clean poop off of any surface in you home. It's really too bad I can't put a diaper on the 85 pound beast...