Four o'clock wake up.

Usually I wake at two o'clock.  Last night I slept, only to be woken up by a smell.  A nasty smell.  A smell that no one wants to admit that they know what it is.  I threw back the covers as my daughter opened her door.  Now I really know what it is.  One of the dogs pooed on the floor, and not the puppy.  I guess someone had a belly ache and couldn't hold it till morning.  After the dog did it on the floor she jumped on the bed to get away from it, waking Stacy up.  Oh, by the way they are her dogs.  She was doing well cleaning up the piles while I sprayed the scent away.  It would take a gallon with this smell.  At least when I put my breather on I won't smell it.  She even lit a candle.  It brings back memories of the night they played a trick on me and I stepped on the candy bar, only her's was real.  After all was done and cleaning supplies were put away, we talked for a few minutes then went back to bed.  Ah, the fresh scent of pressurized air.  Stacy, do you need some?....