Winnie in Poo

I went home for lunch to let the dogs out. I smelled a strange odor upon releasing Winnie from her kennel. "Perhaps she has gas," I thought. 20 minutes later, when I went to return Winnie to her sanctuary, I realized it was more than fumes. Rather, she had pooped in her room. So I spent the next 15 minutes rinsing out her cage, washing her bed, and prepping her space so she could be comfortable until I return home at 5. Not fun. What is humorous, however, is the thought I had while sitting back down at my desk. "Winnie in pooh, literally!"