Because they can

I know that I have been on a bit of a rant about the poops, but... it has become an issue of not if they poop, but who will poop. For example.. yesterday morning we are awoken by the familiar smell. I go downstairs to find Delia literally covered.. She has pooped, peed and thrown up all over herself, the crate and her surroundings. I get her outside, the crate outside and begin the clean up. It was a mess. The little babies are not even an issue. This was gross. So bad, I gave her a bath in my 19 degree garage just so I could get a feel for if she was not feeling OK. I took her over the vet, because she was not acting herself. 140.00 later, yup she just ate something that upset her stomach. I came home with her after work, ready to clean the babies, when lo and behold Roxie had pooped. Now come on. Roxie, who has not had an accident even during the raising of the babies when she was eating 12 cups of food a day. I looked at her and could do nothing but laugh. As I was cleaning her up, I look outside and Tanner is lifting his leg on the outside table. Have we all just lost all of our dignity? Everyone has regressed to the level of the six week old babies. Anyway,, this morning, Roxie again. I give up.