A number of years ago, on my 23rd birthday... New Apartment in a new state, first time on my own, had a group of friends coming over, was going to cook some steaks and watch the playoffs. I had just recently adopted a retired Greyhound from a race track nearby, and we were crate training her, and she was just about to the point where she could be left alone without crying.
Me and my girlfriend go to pickup a cake she ordered me, and pick up the steaks and drinks, we get home with about 30 minutes before friends are going to be arriving, walk up the exterior steps to the front door and notice what I'll politely call "an odor." Que finding that our canine family member had shit all over the inside of her crate, and apparently flipped out about it and smeared herself in it, then smeared herself ALL OVER THE INSIDE OF THE CRATE, like a 55 pound brindle beautiful, statuesque shit brush. Third floor apartment. No walk-in shower. No access to a hose. ...that's all.