There are few luxuries in life quite like climbing into a bed with fresh sheets.

Apparently, Abbi agrees.

The second the clean sheets go on the bed, she suddenly develops a deep appreciation for the finer things in life. Forget dog beds. Forget the floor. Forget literally every other comfortable place we’ve provided for her.

This is where she belongs.

And she wastes absolutely no time making herself comfortable.

Freshly washed? Perfectly clean? Haven’t even had a chance to enjoy them ourselves yet?

Sounds like an invitation.

Within minutes, Abbi is stretched out like we changed the sheets specifically for her. There’s no guilt, either. She looks completely at peace with the arrangement, like the entire process of washing, drying, and making the bed was simply part of the service she expects from her staff.

And really, can you blame her?

Fresh sheets are amazing.

The only difference is most of us have the decency to wait until bedtime before ruining them.

Abbi sees a freshly made bed and thinks, Why wait?

So there she is, enjoying the fruits of somebody else’s labor without a care in the world.

No bills. No laundry. No responsibilities.

Just fresh sheets and a comfortable place to sleep.

Must be nice, Abbi.

Must be nice