It's his own bloody fault.
I've fought this battle for months now. My better half wanted him out ages ago.
I would wake up at least twice a night to let him out ....but Nooooo that wasnt good enough.
Peeing twice against our brand new timber table that cost a arm and a leg was bad enough. I thought i had convinced the wife to forgive him. She does forgive ...but never forgets. So when he decided to take a dump in the spare room one night he sealed his fate. If i had of seen it i would have cleaned it up and told no one.
But the cheeky goof didnt do just any old dump. He jumped up on all the clean washing that was on the spare bed waiting to be folded.
So thats it. Nothing i could say or do could save him ....... he's outside catching Zzzz's with the 'Brindle Bastard'.
Buggered if i know why he suddenly had a run of accidents because we still got up everynight for a dunny break.
I try to sneak him back in but as soon as Home and away finishes my wife turns human again and busts us. I cant do much more for the goof without risking sleeping outside myself.