Way to Start the Weekend

So, Jacob's playing at a friend's, the laundry is done, the house is clean, and it's an 83-degree Friday afternoon. Sounds totally relaxing, right? It probably would be if I hadn't just found the dog eating out of the litter box. Apparently her own feces isn't satisfying enough; she's now discovered she can root around in the box, pick up some kitty turds, and eat them on the carpet next to my side of the bed. I now know that I must have been an ax murderer or something in a previous life.