Early to wuss.
Easy for him to say - now that he has brought chaos to our once humble abode.
Now I admit, I've made a mistake ot two in my life - like not firmly closing the front door- but never, ever, did I go downstairs and leave
that door open.
We rapidly had curious upstairs dogs going downstairs, and more curious downstairs dogs going upstairs, followed by the upstairs dogs that went downstairs going back upstairs to see what the downstairs dogs were doing upstairs - think the Ark stirred with a spoon!
Peggy did a thorough inspection of each and every room, Benny and Baxter explored each nook and cranny, and the upstairs tribe broke into tag teams trying to keep track of the goings-on. The downstairs dogs did a pretty good imitation of Goldilocks- trying out every chair for optimum comfort.
Just as things quieted down, Benny did the unpardonable - he pooped on the living room rug. This
heinous crime egregious breach of decorum could not be allowed to pass unnoticed, so a fethced a paper towel, scooped up the poop, scooped up Benny, and headed for the back door. I pushed Benny thrrough the doggie door, then opened the door and followed him out side; we deposited the poopy towel on the ground, gave the requsite "do it here, dammit" speech, then pushed his head back through the doggie door. There was poor Benny, head in the kitchen and rear legs flailing in mid-air in the back yard - one good push and House Breaking Lesson #1 was over.
Soon after everyone had sort of settled down it was dinner time - so, I scooped up the puppies and headed downstairs with Peggy close behind. And there they stayed. And the door was shut. And dinner was enjoyed to a seranade of rejected howls from below

Oh well, I guess a little socialization is good for the soul.
der Brucer