 I don't want anything to do with the dog. I don't want the dog greeting me in the morning. But this is just the beginning of the list of reasons of hell that you and I go through if we make the dumb mistake of saying, well, sure, we can share a house with the other family. We like them. You won't like them at the end of four days. You sure as hell won't like them at the end of seven. You won't talk to them again until Christmas.