The Case of the Unmade Bed

At the Brownell Household, I am the "caretaker."  I do the dishes, laundry, cooking, cleaning, etc.  Andrew helps make dinner about once a week, and he helps to fold laundry, but it's pretty much my responsibility.  Most of the time I don't mind, since I get home earlier than he does, but every so often I freak out and yell at him to help.  Recently I yelled and told him he had to start making the bed in the mornings.  I can't do it because I leave the house before Andrew is even pondering waking up.  I THOUGHT he would start making the bed (you know, because of all the yelling).....but he never did!

Every day I get home the bed is a giant mess!  Andrew, however, claimed that he was making it every morning.  I wasn't going to call him a liar, but his story seemed fishy.   This has been going on for WEEKS!

Today was the first day of summer, so I was able to make the bed before I left for cheer practice.  I got out of the shower and found this:

THE EVIL, YET ADORABLE, DOG IS UNMAKING THE BED EVERY DAY!!!!  We have a king sized bed, and he weighs 13 pounds.  CLEARLY he needs the entire bed for relaxing all day long!