Unleashed poo monster part deux

G is in love love love with Pumpkin and loves nothing better than carrying her around like a hairy dolly. Which I strongly discourage. On the day in question, I told her to pick her up and give her a big cuddle on the step while I discarded of, and bleached my entire laundry in record time.

Unfortunately, Pumpkin actually didn't get ALL the shit, but I'm hip: