Creativity Lost to the Painted Poop and the Water Cannon

The three-year-old decided she (above any other request) wants a dollhouse for her birthday (which by the way, is MUUCH cheaper than the cedar play set I was originally going to do). Therefore, I have spent every extra second outside of work locked in the office trying to put the kit of miniature glue and torture together before the big day arrives. I donated an old end table to the cause so the little house would have something to sit atop, and I got extra creative and decided to attach a lazy susan to the bottom of the house so she can easily access it from any angle.
After a week of nerve splitting contortionism, the house is FINALLY complete! I still needed to paint the end table so that it will look like it belongs in a little girl's room. I carefully sanded it. I put a base primer coat of KILZ on it for good measure. Then I neatly laid out canvas in the back yard to spray the final shiny white coat on it.
Trouble is the obstacle course I sat in when I chose the shady painting spot in the backyard. It seems I laid the canvas a little close to some fresh cat poop and not quite far enough from the wading pool in which the toddler plays most every day.
Not to forget, we added a precious member to our clan this weekend as we are now the proud owners of a not yet house-broken 10-wk-old daschund puppy. Since I am Wonder Mom and all, I chose to multi task by letting the toddler swim and the pup play about as I began my work.
I quickly discovered that a wiener dog delicacy is actually cat poop. (Who would have thought?) I kept trying to deter him from the nasty piles until I finally got wise and decided to spray paint them so that he would no longer be attracted to the scent. It worked! (kind of). Then as I rounded the front of the end-table with the paint, I was attacked from behind by the toddler's water cannon, which left a nice faux drip finish to the front I might add.
I took the water cannon away and turned around to the pup who ran past me with a huge piece of white poop in his mouth. I spent the next 15 minutes catching him and rinsing the whole mess out of his mouth with the pool water. Then I returned to complete the last part of the table (the top) only to discover I was out of paint. I estimate that I would have had just enough to finish the project had I not painted any poop. Defeated, I let the table dry the way it was. It will just have to do. I give up!