After people telling me they think I exaggerate about the poopy situation at my house, I decided to show ya'll some proof! This post comes with a disclaimer though. I am a cleaning/sanitizing nazi! That being said, I would be mortified if anyone came to visit me with the state our home is in at the moment. So don't judge me!
Let me first paint you a picture of my typical day. I have to do roughly 5 feedings in a 24 hour period with the puppies. Each time they get out of their kennel they all poop and pee. Then they eat and play. Then poop again. That's 120 poops I have to pick up (or as Phil pointed out 120 Clorox wipes). Because of said poop, our house stinks...I'm not gonna lie. This gives me anxiety because the thing I hate worse than a messy house is a smelly one!
So on to the proof! Today I had a lot of things to do for Relief Society. So I fed the puppies, cleaned them up, and since some were falling asleep nursing, I figured I wouldn't wake them up to put them in their kennel. The Relief Society President called me and we chatted for about 15 minutes (give or take) and as I hung up I heard a little yelp. So I run in to find Shelby all cozy in our bed and a puppy on the wrong side of the boxes (we thought we were clever using food storage and boxes to contain the puppies and we laid plastic down on all the carpet they walk on - this helps immensely with the poop clean up). Not only was one of those adorable puppies on the wrong side of the boxes where there is no plastic, but he had gone diarrhea and walked in a perfectly straight line while going (talented huh?)! Oh but wait...lets scan the rest of the room! Miss Shelby looks at me like...it's your fault and then my jaw hits the floor as I literally behold a poop fest in my bedroom. Here's the proof!

I go into panic mode and gather all the puppies and throw them into their kennel. Three puppies seemed to have lathered themselves up in the poop so I put them in the bathroom for maybe a minute as I run get a towel and soap to bathe them. Did I seriously not learn my lesson only moments ago?! This is what they left me! What the heck?!

At this point I call my hubby on the verge of tears and manage to say #113 (it's a running joke that stands for reasons I don't want to have puppies again) and he says "I'm on my way home." He came to my rescue, but had the gall to laugh at the situation...which does seem funny now that I am writing this post.
So now you know and won't blame me when I tell you even though we had good intentions to keep the puppies for the maximum amount of time that was recommended, we have decided that they can go to their new homes next weekend!