Eliza's new game

She walks around the apartment, declaring in a concerned and whistleblowing tone, "Oscar pooped!"

Oscar is one of our two not-quite-completely-housebroken miniature dachshunds.

When you point out to Eliza that, no, on this rare occasion Oscar has not actually soiled an area of the apartment, she walks over to a new area to announce that "Oscar pooped!" This goes on and on. This afternoon she was making false exclamations in her room, in the bathroom, in our bedroom, even under the bar in the livingroom. Each declaration as convincing as the last.

This game, I trust, is not played in many other households?