Howling, howling....

Quincy's playpen arrived today, so I've put him in it in the kitchen to get used to it... and per his usual response, he's flipping out in there... Crying, whining, whimpering, howling, honking, and howling some more. I swear it sounds like he's saying my name.

I think the problem is that he just doesn't want to be alone. I understand that. But I also know it was a shock to his system when I penned him up in a small area of the kitchen today. He had pooped all over the place, even right by his food dish, when I came home for good. He'd pooped already in there this morning when I came to check on him during my lunch break.

He's upset, and I think that it's partially because he wanted to play ball with me, and I haven't done it yet tonight. He tossed his squeaky ball around, grabbed it, and butted it toward me - that's how I could tell what he wanted.

Now he's in there doing that pitiful, mournful howling, like his little heart is broken. Just like our first night together. I feel bad, but all evening, he's been pooping and peeing all over the floor and the carpet.

Sheesh, now he's screaming.

I know, this is all to be expected, but I can't figure out when he got his wires crossed that he's supposed to go outside, pee, play his butt off, and then poop in the house immediately when he goes inside. WTF???? How do I stop that?

This morning I waited about 20 minutes for him to do his business, and I ended up being late for work because of it.

But the messes he made in his penned area weren't his usual easy to pick up stuff. Runny... I guess he's literally cried himself sick.