Someone's in the doghouse

Came out today to see our neighbours, Chris and Steve, scratching their heads and contemplating their latest foray into real estate. At first I though Sam, their ageing golden retriever, was about to be put out to pasture in the back garden. But actually, it was their daughter's project for the Design and Technology GCSE she took last June. The school could no longer give it house room, so it had to be fetched. Now I don't know who Sid is, but I think he'll be feeling a bit hot under the collar about having his home hijacked.