Someone in our family went wee-wee all over our bathroom rug. Then someone's brother went wee-wee on the rug in his room. So, it was time to wash throw rugs.
Then when I was gone for the evening, my kind and gracious husband, seeing something that needed to be done, moved the clean rugs from the washer to the dryer. (He didn't know I was planning to hang them on the line.) So now Owen has a poodle rug in his room.