I don't know why my good dog did this, but he pooed in my office. I can only think it was middle of the night and he couldn't wake us. I knew I smelled something , but a glance over each room didn't show anything. I do not turn my lights on in the office; there's a bit of light from the window and I sit down, then turn on a desk lamp. I may never do that again. I sat down, pulled my chair up to the desk, felt something and realised I'd put my feet in it and pulled my chair up through it. UUUGGHHHH!
So, yesterday I cleaned that up as best I could. Used clorox on the area, but my chair is waiting on a plastic bag for Rog to take it out and hose down the castors. This morning I asked my dau. to come help me mop the rest of the house, but her allergies were so bad she sent my grandson, instead. He is REALLY good with a mop, so I swept the whole house, then supervised his mopping. His parents made him a deal...do a good job as "Mama" instructs and earn six bucks. He did a great job, often exclaiming at seeing his reflection where he mopped. I think it's the cleanest my floors have been since I was sick!
Not much else done. I don't do well when my Rog has to be gone during what are usually non-working hours.