On April 1, 2010 I started my Roomba and hopped into the shower. Little did I know that I had set in motion one of the cruelest April Fool's jokes a dog could ever play on their owner. As soon as got out of the shower the smell hit me. I flung open the bedroom door and saw my beloved vacuum cleaning robot driving streaks of fresh dog poop all over my floors and my black lab fast asleep on her bed. I watched in horror as the Roomba, with poop covered wheels, drove out from under my bed and then back under my dresser. Jokes on me.