It's a dog's life!

Trying to tidy up one of the rooms as no1 son and fiancee are coming up for a few weeks before they go off to live in Majorca. I say to chubby hubby " that quilt is horrible, it's stained ugly and looks damp so it's going in the bin" Well you would have thought I was trying to force him into the bloody bin along with it! Which part of "it's fucked" don't blokes understand!