Because it's doing my nut in.
It's my neighbour's dog. It isn't very good being left alone so they asked if I could take it when she went into labour. I've had it for the occassional day in the past when they've gone out and it's been bearable and a bit of company for my dog so I agreed because I'm a mug.
He brought the dog round Sunday evening as it had been decided that the baby should be delivered by CS early on Monday morning. All went to plan, baby and mother are doing fine. Because she has a private room, he's allowed to stay at the hospital too. So he has and I still have the dog.
The dog is lovely natured but overly energetic, bouncy and indulged. It never stops. It's like it has springs in it's feet. It's chewing up everything it can get it's chops round. It's jumps up and takes things off the kitchen counters, it leaps from the back of the sofa to the windowsill knocking everything down in it's path, it won't walk properly on the lead and tries to jump at everyone it passes. Even my dog has had enough and looks at me as if to say 'make it go away'. I have to let it sleep in the bedroom otherwise it howls all night. Then it's jumping on the bed, running round the room and being a pain all bloody night. I'm knackered.
Final straw today. It's all hyper again and came bounding into the living room, leaped over the back of the sofa, landed on me and then used my 7month baby bump as a springboard to leap onto the coffee table, sliding off the other side and then legging it back out of the room.
I've had enough.
But on the other hand, they're new parents still at the hospital, not out partying.
But on the other hand, he's had more time to spend with his wife and new arrival than most men.
But then again I feel really evil for thinking about calling him to say he has to collect the dog.
But then again I'm reaching the point of donating it to Findus for use in their lasagne.