Fister is much more polite than my guys. My guys do the mad dash, which is then followed by the 4 year old scream, which is then followed by the mom's instruction, "close the door!". Fortunately, mine go down 4 steps and stop at the grazing field, aka front yard. Monte actually hides under a bench on the porch waiting for a perfect opportunity.

The urping things beats all odds. I have 90% hardwood. Where does the urp end up? On the long tassled rug in one of our bedrooms. As gross as it sounds, I leave it there until it dries up. Much easier clean.