Updated: Eeek the Terror is lose

You know that moment when you walk into your house and something doesn't feel right?  Then you look around and things are out of place.  Yup, that happened Tuesday but the only burglar was this:

Don't let that innocent face and clear green eyes fool you!  This dog is a terror when let lose to romp around the house by himself.  Nothing is safe especially if it is soft to the touch or tastes good.  This is the dog that will dig through the dirty hamper for socks, grab one, stuff it in his jowls to hide it and thinks he is going to sneak past me.

So, here I am running around the house screaming "What have you done you little escape artist?  How did you learn to open your crate yourself?"  Then I started to get proud of him because he hadn't chewed anything, and maybe this was the sign that our little boy is growing up, FINALLY.

(Cue the slasher movie music)  There it was, the GIGANTIC puddle of pee.  I swear the Terror held in a weeks worth of pee until he was alone for two minutes and then he blessed us with "The Littles'" new pacific ocean.

Twenty minutes later I find the poop crust.  Poop crust you ask?  Yup, this dog thinks he is helping by pooping and eating it, but after he thinks he is done eating there is poop crust stuck on the floor.  Much like the burnt on cookie to the pan (HA! I just ruined cookies for you) this crust doesn't go any where even after 17 hours worth of scrubbing...at least it gives the floor traction.