Mom sent me an email this morning telling me that Cleatus, my dog, ate a dishtowel and was vomiting all over the kitchen.

Dad called me earlier today to let me know that he wasn't really doing any better, and that they had called the vet.

Mom just called me and said that Cleatus still isn't doing any better, and that the vet hasn't returned the call yet.

I get so sick of the irresponsibility around the house when it comes to the pets. If I'm the one to do the taking care of, then they do allright, but as soon as I leave, all Hell breaks loose. I would like to know how he got a dishtowel in the first place. I left for the weekend, so it's kinda not my responsibility to check the kitchen counters and floor before I go to bed.