Til your kid gives the dog a big bowl of milk. Oh it's sooo funny - he he he, ho ho ho, watch her lap it all up because she loves that milky taste on her furry jowels, oh let's give her more, and let's give it to her everyday. Yeah, it's all fun and games til the NEXT MORNING AT 4AM when the dog starts proclaiming in her high-pitched doggie yelp "let me out of this laundry room because something's about to shoot very fast out of my rear!" Real nice for Mommy, who gets to fall out of bed, still asleep but partially terrified by the alien noises the dog is making, only to release the Cracken from her cage, and watch her whiz past me to the back door, then leap in ONE single bound to the grass where she proceeds to squat and excrete nearly TEN TIMES before she apologetically ambles back to the door, with a look on her face that says 'it's your kid's stupid fault, thank him.' All that was super-neato this morning.