Spaghettios

I'm watching two dogs for the week. A six month old maltipoo and an eight month old chocolate lab. I'm required to stay at their house overnight. I'm very experienced with animals so other than muddy paw prints on my nice work outfits and slobbered up arms, all has been good in the hood.

At least on the dog front.

I forgot to mention that I'm not the only one in the house. Their 16 year old son opted out of the family vacation. So, you're probably wondering why he can't watch the dogs.

Let me put it this way... his mom had to leave a note for him explaining how to make Spaghettios. Yeah. Not the sharpest tool in the shed.

So I came home Tuesday night and every single light was on in the house, all of the air conditioners were on, both doors were unlocked, the dogs were left outside, they had no water, and the 16 year old boy and his vehicle were MIA.

Ahhh!

It is now Thursday. There are three full bowls of cereal in the sink, three half full glasses on the table, dirty boy clothes all over the bathroom, dirty water in the now clogged sink, two unflushed toilets, and a full recycling bin (his mom left him a note asking him to empty it).

Mind you, on the note in big letters it reads "KISS MY ASS MOM."

I'm debating on whether or not I should clean his messes or let his mother kill him.