poop...enough said!

...i get home breathe in the fresh smell of a clean house, walk around the corner and open my bedroom door...it hit me like a brick wall, burned my nostrils...i could barely breathe as i attempted to journey through the room. and then i saw it...MUGS COVERED IN POOP...to clarify, not just poop but lumpy diarreah!!! so i take him outside (mostly to air out the house) then make my way back inside and brave the task of cleaning his crate. i complete the horrific task and spritz the room with febreeze and scentsy candles. mugs gets THROUGHLY bathed and blow dried! i pour a glass of ice water, sit down with my laptop...mugs was being soooooo sweet and snuggled up next to me when he begins coughing/gaging/gurgleing??? im smelling something funky like a dingleberry... then a glob spews from his mouth all over my lap...the couch...the carpet...my laptop...and the new glass end-table. as it turns out he tried to eat the poop in his crate and regurgitated it!!! lovely....