Got home today from a picnic at the mall.   Yes a picnic at the mall.  Smelled something awful from L’s room as the dog made a beeline for the back door.  Upon further inspection I discovered that Chloe had pooped in her room.  Apparently it is true what they say about dogs not soiling where they sleep, although where others sleep seems to be fair game.  Of course, L is about the biggest wimp when it comes to nasty smells.  She gags when I change J’s diaper if she just thinks it might be poopy.  So now, after I assured her several times that it would go away, she periodically peeks in her room and wretches.  And we just got her sleeping in there again.  Sheesh.