In the wee hours, the wee hound wished to get into bed, so I hoisted him up and he burrowed. The alarm sounded ("Bron-Yr-Aur," which I highly recommend for a peaceful awakening), and I smelled something terrible. And then noticed brown stripes on a couple of rugs. And then took a peek at the wee hound's rear, where had lodged a wad of un-pinched poo, bound in a wiry rat's nest of butt hair. Much laundry and carpet cleaning ensued. Doc Bronner's bath for the pup (a bit of gagging from me), and a bleached tub. And then off to work at my non-essential job where I nevertheless have to report. Honestly, it was a nice distraction.