WARNING:  THIS POST IS GROSS.  DO NOT READ WHILE EATING.

I have a cold and I worked last night, so when I got home late all I wanted to do was sleep without the interruptions I so frequently deal with.  I went to bed right away.  The next thing I knew, I was aware of sunlight.  I looked at the clock.  9:02!!!!  I cannot remember the last time I slept that late!  Oh, my gosh, why do I not hear the dog?  Is she dead?  Did she escape?  Just as I was starting to panic, I heard her begin to make her little noises that signify she is awake and wants out of her kennel.  Whew!
I made my way out to the sunroom to let her out.  When I rounded the corner, the smell that greeted me was enough to kill a Shetland pony.  I dejectedly started to turn for some cleaning supplies when something astounding caught my eye.  Colors.  Lots and lots of colors!  My dog poops rainbows!!  She must be part unicorn! 
Then my sleepy brain caught up to the situation.  She is not part unicorn, rescue dog or not.  It was less 'rainbow' and more 'bag of m&ms'... but we didn't have any m&ms... and anyway they would have certainly broken down in her digestive track.  That leaves only one solution:  CRAYONS.  LOTS AND LOTS OF CRAYONS.  I surveyed the room at that point.  Sure enough, on the floor was my daughters' giant box of crayons surrounded by technicolor wax crumbs and wrappers.
So I got to sleep in this morning.  The cost, however, seems to outweigh the value if you ask me.  My cleaning project thus far has involved a train-robber style bandanna tied around my face and latex gloves for cleaning the kennel, followed by getting soaked giving my dog a bath to remove all traces of the Rainbow from Hades.
I suddenly don't feel so rested.

CL