surprising morning today.
Sometime in the night I heard my wife calling the dog (Cletus) back into our bedroom, he had apparently gotten the door open and gone on a little trip into the house.
When I got up to take the dogs out in the morning, I saw poop on the stairway, just a little. "that's not so bad", I thought to myself, considering that he's done far, far worse to the house when he's escaped when we were away from the house.
Apparently he also peed on the bathroom floor, though I missed that, regrettably. ;^)
When I got to the kitchen to take the dogs out, it was like a charnel house.
The 2 trash cans were knocked over, and every bit of stuff that was either edible or had had something with an odor in it from the top of the island and all the kitchen counters was on the floor and torn to bits. Fortunately we have much better habits than we had the last time he did this, and the mess was mostly just damp paper, cardboard, etc. most of our leftover food gets fed to the dogs, so there wasn't a lot of that biodegradable stuff in the trash cans, if any.
Overall, it wasn't nearly the horror that it was the first time he did it, 5 yrs ago, when the whole house looked like a whirlwind had been through it.