Bloo doesn't ask to go out. Has asspiss in her crate. Lays in it.
I'm all set for bed, walk in my room, NOPE. Have to throw out all of her bedding, spray down her crate, bathe her, bathe me, put the crate back together and Rick sprayed febreeze (which gives me migraines, don't know where he got it?), and Bloo is whining about not having bedding.
STOOOOP DOG.