Everything was fine, until we turned around to go home. I'd mentioned to Dan that we needed to let them out to walk and he said that he needed to find a place to pull over...we got to Marengo and pulled down a side street because Aries started whining like crazy, and then I noticed he had pooped in the back seat already and it had rolled over to the passenger side where Zoe was stomping it into the seat. We stopped and they immediately jumped into the front, getting poop all over the seats up front! I was miffed. Dan is dry heaving, while I'm doing my best to not breathe as I pick up the squished dog poops in the back. We got them leashed up, got them out, I cleaned the worst of it up in the front seats and we let them do their business. The whole time I'm uber pissed that I had to sit in dog poop all the way home. After getting home we got the dogs out to run in the back yard. Then Dan and I went to work cleaning the seats with clorox wipes and No Scrub w/ Oxi Clean.
Hopefully my fiance will know next time: when I mention we should stop somewhere to let the dogs do their business, it doesn't mean drive 10 more miles and then find out we have to clean dog poop up
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