Every morning, I wake up to find my dog sprawled across my freshly folded laundry like he owns the place. Socks? Pillows. T-shirts? Blankets. My favorite shorts? Apparently, the perfect mattress. I’ve bought him three different beds, all ignored in favor of whatever I actually need to wear that day. I used to think it was about comfort, but now I’m convinced it’s a power move. He’ll look me dead in the eye as I try to tug my shorts out from under him, like, “You sure you need these more than I do?” Honestly, I’ve given up. At this point, I just factor in an extra five minutes every morning for negotiations. If anyone has cracked the code on how to reclaim your wardrobe from a four-legged tyrant, please share. Until then, I guess I’ll keep rocking the pet-fur look. #PetLife #Relatable #PetProblems #Pets