The House of Poop

So it would seem that Mr. K and I have moved from The House From Hell to the House of Poop.
When we first moved in, just over a week ago, our three miniature Dachshunds-Aria, Balloo and Doc-decided that their potty training no longer applied and that they could use the carpeting throughout the entire house as their very own gigantic pee pad. In the week or so that we have been here, the inside bathroom mishaps have decreased and we think Doc is the one doing most of the indoor pooping. We have only had him for three weeks and he was a kennel dog until we brought him home. He is already eight months old and did not have any kind of house training. That alone helps us to understand his choice of toilet a bit more.
On top of the inside pooping, we do get them to poop outside in our back patio area. It's not a huge area, but it's big enough for them to run about even with the patio table being back there. The other day I was hopping around like a fool, tossing a Kong ball we had just purchased for all of our fuzzy family members, and I hopped myself right into poop. Every day I go on poop patrol, but as a blind person sometimes you miss, either that or someone went without my noticing and I didn't get it picked up before I plunked my shoe down in it. At least I was waring shoes.
On top of the dog poop we have had a human poop problem. Well, actually we're not sure if it was human or dog, but our main floor toilet over flowed. At the time I noticed it, I had just run in to wash my hands and there was water on the floor. I didn't think anything of it and carried on. I knew Mr. K was better at fixing toilets than I was, so I opted to wait for him to get home.That was probably a bad idea. By the time he got to it, the door had been closed all night and apparently what I thought was just water was waste product as well. The bathroom smelled horrible when he opened the door! We had been flushing paper towel down the toilet after we had cleaned up puppy poop-I know, toilets don't like paper towel-so it is entirely possible that this is what it was. Regardless of where the horrible stench originated from, it was not pleasant. Thankfully with some fantastic plungering by Mr. K and a few Swiffer Wet Jet pads and a lot of cleaner, the bathroom has been restored to its original state.
As you can see, our housing situations have been interesting, but if I was given the choice between the House From Hell and the House of Poop, I pick Poop.