This morning my husband came in to our room and said, "I don't even know how to describe what happend in the playroom." What happened was one dog (of our three) had a terrible gastrointestinal episode in there overnight. Let's just say, it looked like someone dropped a whole lot of poop out of a plane into our playroom and then someone else had a fight with it! It was everywhere. On pillows, on gaming controllers, game cases and even on the front of the big, 42" projection TV the kids play Wii on! Matt of course brought in Twinkie as the prime suspect. It didn't help that she and our yella dog, Amy, both were hiding in a very guilty way. I told Matt that after watching EVERY season of CSI, I could confidently tell him the "splatter pattern" could not have come from a dog whose pooper is 6 inches of the ground! We may never solve this one but most parties here think that Twinkie is innocent.