Who moved my cheese?

Last weekend I came home to a dog bed and a shag carpet riddled with dog poo poo pants.  The bad kind.  The door was completely open to the garden, which means she was legitimately sick. Dolly has been with me for over 12 years (she is over 13) and she has never had an accident...clearly I was worried.

After a trip to the vet, an x-ray, ultrasound and a lot of poking a prodding, it was determined she had gotten into something.

Um, YA THINK???

Anyway, we are 3 days into antibiotics, probiotics changing over her food and getting back on her "poo feet".  So what do I come home to today?  She has removed a BLOCK of gruyere out of the trash can,(I cleaned out my fridge) unwrapped it and consumed the whole thing.

Should I just cover the entire place in plastic sheeting?

Oh dear.

Love,
Katie