I hate it when Dave is right

So, the mystery was solved at about 8:05 this morning. I got up around 7:15 so I could take Dave to work. I brushed my teeth, got dressed, made the bed, and threw my hair up in a pony tail. Dave took the dogs out and came back in saying the grass was too wet for Hudsy and he decided not to potty. Oh well. We left, I locked the door, and took him to work. When I came home, I unlocked the door and was planning on using the bathroom and then grabbing the dogs for our morning walk. When I entered the bedroom I saw what you see down below. Hudson must have been pissed that we left before he could potty...and last night I guess he was pissed because we were gone for so long. Go figure!