Should I call the psychiatrist????

Ok, I am well aware that kids do really crazy "kid things" sometimes...but let me know if you think this one is a little over the top??? (Wish I had a pic as proof, but my accounting of the events, will just have to do.) Here goes...

While on vaca last week, our puppy had to go to the kennel, as some of you may or may not be aware...he gets VERY car sick. Dramamine, doesn't even cure this ailment...it does allow him to go a little further before puking his guts out, but he does still eventually get sick. So, he goes to the kennel all last week. We get back on Saturday afternoon, and I run right over to pick him up. According to them, everything went "just great", and he was "awesome" during his stay there. Yeah, right!

Since he has been home, he has had very bad diarrhea and several "accidents" in the house every single day. Now, I love my dog very much, but picking up his little creations can really get to me. Not every single time, but if I get even a slight whiff of the overpowering stuff (especially with Clorox Clean-up mixed), I will go into a gagging fit, that will have even those with iron guts, wanting to wretch themselves. If Brian is around, he will do the deed himself, because seeing my tear-streaked face and hearing my dry heaving really grosses him out.

This leads to the interesting part...

Now that the boys are there during the day, they are responsible for taking care of the dog while I'm at work. Well, he doesn't wait for mommy to have his accidents, so they have had to clean up a few themselves. Yes, this is a disgusting job, but we have all wood floors, which makes it somewhat easier for them. However, apparently after I left this morning (relieved that I didn't find any messes before leaving), he did leave another care package for the boys. I would have never known this, but Brian had to pick up the dog and take him to the groomers at 9. He got back with him around noon, went to let him outside and noticed the beautiful putrid pile in the kitchen. When he asked the kids when it had happened, their reply was, "I don't know!" He said, "give me a break", and asked them again...they said it had happened earlier in the morning. Upon closer inspection, he notices that it was not only the usual download...but was covered in something which Brian could not figure out. He asks the boys, what they did to Max's doodie....

(If I were to make you guys guess on this one...you would NEVER figure it out...I guarantee it!)....

Yes folks, my wonderful children sprinkled Max's poop with cinnamon and pepper! I honestly just don't know what to make of this...I'm at a loss here...

Ugh!